This has been an interesting week. On the bad side, I found out one of my former students, to which I used to be very close, took his own life. Of all things it was over a girl. I don't say that to diminish how he was feeling, but because I can see from my perspective that the pain in a relationship is temporary. I don't pretend to understand where he was coming from, or how he was feeling when he made this decision, but at the funeral all of those that survived him could see what a waste of a very good life it was. Now having a baby boy, I think I understand just a little more than I would have previously, just how painful it must be for his family. My heart aches for them. I have found my self wishing for some thing I could do, or something I could give them to lessen their suffering, but there is nothing.
The service was very good. I was amazed at how much the words of the minister and some of the friends of the deceased helped me in my sense of loss. After the internment everybody seemed to be rejoicing in the memories and the good things that were left behind. On the good side I got to see many of my former students. I was thrilled to hear of their successes and failures, knowing that both are all part of they journey of youth. A lot of the students in attendance got to be friends through the engineering club I started at LHS 8 years ago. It warmed me to see how close they still were even if it had been a while since they last spoke. I was told by some that the club had ment a great deal to them.
I have spent a lot of time this week thinking back to my high school days. To the good times and experiences I had, and to all of the door ahead of me that I didn't even know I would have the chance to open. I have also spent time thinking of Rob, My friend who died when I was in school, and the doors he never had. If it can be said, I feel Rob's passing was easier. It was an accident, nothing anybody could do, just a great loss. My former student took his life, he had in front of him what was taken from Rob, and chose to give it away. I would be mad except that I know better. He must have been in a horrible place in his mind. I feel great sorrow for him.
But I did stop by Rob's grave for the first time in a long while. It's been so long it took me 20 min to find it. I stared for a while, not able to say the words that I was thinking. Finally I ask Rob to keep an eye out for a new soul in town. I actually said it out loud, which was tough. I personally don't believe in an after life. No heaven or hell as far as I can tell. I figure you get your shot and that is it. But I do hope and hope that I'm wrong. That there is some place, where we will all gather one day, with our friends and family, and laugh and tell stories and talk of the wonderful times we had. I really do home for that.
I miss my friends, Rob and Roy. I will pray, even if it's not what I believe, I will pray, just in case I am so lucky as to see them again some day.