They found him today. Hanging from a tree.
I seek solace but not in my garden. It is far too small to contain my anguish, my howl against the utter futility. Such a waste of a young life.
I need wider spaces to vent my anger. Water to rest my eyes on, or the serenity of the bush.
I knew of this boy indirectly. I was not his parent but I have great empathy for them. Parents should never outlive their children. I imagine their grief, their guilt; could they have seen it coming, prevented it somehow?
Everyone who knew this young man – a boy really, he was only nineteen – will ask themselves the same searching question.
What could I have done to prevent this?
I know this to be true. It has happened before, too many times.
I ask only that you be aware. Take notice of those around you, especially the young men, and ask them if they are okay. It could make the difference of a lifetime.