We sat on the front porch all night long. My youngest 2 children and my sister beside me. I still remember the thickness of the air that night. As the sun came up and I was all alone I remember the silence. It was the quietest I’ve ever heard my house but yet it was deafening. Sitting there feeling everything & nothing was the most surreal feeling I’ve ever felt.
It’ll be 5 years next month and the silence is one aspect of my wife Misha’s suicide that I’ve never even gotten close to being comfortable with. Some days it’s quiet like a church mouse and other days the absolute nothing in the air takes the wind out of my lungs.
Tell your family & friends you love them often. Hug them tightly whenever possible. Life is entirely too short and once it’s gone, it can never be replaced. And that friend of yours that’s struggling, never stop reaching out. Your caring word might be the difference if they see the sunrise the next day!