I miss ya
Well I lost my father when I was like 10 years old, about 11 years ago, and at the time I couldn't figure out what happend. I knew he killed himself but I could never find a reason.
A year ago, when I was going through some grey days myself, I finally understood what he had suffered. I feel so bad for him, I feel that I could help him if I was a litle older, if only he could have waited.
At the time I was living with him, and he was my best bud. I missed him everyday, and every now and then, I cry about it. I just can't fight the feeling that he was judged extremly unfair, and when he could not fight any longer, he just lift his arms up and let go.
I could tell you how great he was to me, but I was missing the point. My point here is, when you look at something and think you got it all figured out, well, look again, because you might just be wrong.
Don't judge anyone, that's someone elses task.