The best of times / The worst of times

Yesterday, ten months ago, Lulu and I first met. We had been spending today out at the farm, ran up to Canada, had a nice dinner and in general, enjoyed a delightful day. Got a phone call about an hour ago -- her son is 21 and is close with two other guys about the same age. One of them had some personal demons but nobody considered them to be serious. Tonight, this guy killed himself and the other guy was the one to find the body. The next couple of weeks are going to really suck. Suicide is a hard thing to deal with -- on the one hand there is the sorrow for what the person had to have been going through but on the other hand, there is the selfishness they exhibited. B was 22 or 23 and had his whole life ahead of him. Smart, articulate and a very good musician. Like I said, the next couple of weeks are going to really suck...