Why didn't he just wait?
Last winter, my stepson died by a self inflicted gunshot wound. Why? We'll never know. It's one of those times when there is no indication of depression. Good job, good family, a daughter. No warning. Just gone.
These words seem so...ineffectual to describe what has happened in our lives. The sorrow, grief and pain is horrendous, but I don't need to tell you all about that. You already know what it's like to lose a very dear loved one. Awful doesn't even describe it.
This is my first post and my title is "why didn't he just wait?" The next day would have been better. Why didn't he talk with someone, call us? We could have helped whatever was going on. I just know we could have.