I have a very small blog to make tonight.
Today is the 10 year anniversary of my Dad's brother's suicide. I can't believe it was 10 years ago. It's a huge thing to happen to a family as small as ours, or any family, infact, and yet it seems to have woven itself into our family history until it's just known and it's never discussed. It's strange how that happens.
Yet I still know it's today. It's odd that I seem able to feel it.
It's never going to go away.
I hold the strong belief that suicide is a brave act. Perhaps that's controversial. I do not believe in 'cries for help' either. If it's too late, it's just too late.
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