He told me he thought he had enough. Many times.
Enough of the meaness of people.
Enough of trying to wake up and do it all every day.
He had a good job. He was a lawyer and lived in a nice place. He had family that loved him and friends who cared. Lately, I spoke to him every couple of weeks and we saw each other about every six weeks. He always thought he was a burden and no matter how much I told him that I loved him and cared he always apologized for being so sad. He wanted to be different and he tried. God, he tried so hard, But, it was a slippery slope and just when things were going well he’d slide back down. The last slide was deep and he sought therapy again in addition to medication. He fought a good fight, but at 55 years old he couldn’t fight that dark demon any more. I found out he lost his fight yesterday morning and selfishly my heart broke for me. I was mad at him for a short time, but that was selfish too. I’ll miss everything about him. He was a man that was just too good for this world and has left it a slightly darker place by leaving. I hope with all the pieces of my broken heart that he has found some peace. Again, that message of telling those that you care about that you love them as often as possible. I did and he did and that is a blessing.
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R.I.P. Bobby. You are loved
http://www.samaritanshope.org/ Team Bob
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle.” Plato