maandag, 29 november 2004

Why?

A friend of a friend, her ex in fact, committed suicide last week. A shock, off course, yet very surreal. First of all because I heard it by phone in the IKEA, next to a pile of bright colourful pillows. Second, because I did not think he was ‘the type’. He seemed very stable, down to earth. Happy with himself, content with his life. Maybe stuff did not always go according to plan, but I never thought he would… Never a hint, never a cry for help…

He did not leave a farewell letter, yet in his journal he said he was not happy with his life, nor with himself. I guess I just did not know him good enough, he was ‘the type’. Maybe he hinted or cried for help, maybe no one listened…

The funeral is this afternoon. I’ll go, for two reasons. One: to support my friend. Two: to get answers. He could have gone to a therapist, yet he choose to leave this life. Why?

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