tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015183155330967608.post4951722138045950250..comments2013-08-14T05:37:56.903-07:00Comments on psquared to the nth: Please Stayp²http://www.blogger.com/profile/17000504448114915783noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015183155330967608.post-24248513338557991492011-07-11T04:09:23.530-07:002011-07-11T04:09:23.530-07:00Thank you for your beaultiful words,Petr. I am so...Thank you for your beaultiful words,Petr. I am sorry fot your lossescbgalagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16738675763256936868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015183155330967608.post-23567297824993704402011-07-06T03:38:18.117-07:002011-07-06T03:38:18.117-07:00I adore and love you PetrI adore and love you PetrJohn Pnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015183155330967608.post-71649337723510212422011-07-05T17:01:16.750-07:002011-07-05T17:01:16.750-07:00Wow. There's a lot going on here. I'm sorr...Wow. There's a lot going on here. I'm sorry that you've lost some of your friends. I'm not sure what their particular stories were, but suicide is a very personal decision that, once made, can't be taken back and, sadly, becomes anything but personal. People talk about it, wonder aloud why such a choice would be made and even write about it on their blogs.<br /><br />When one of my best friends took his own life, I wasn't in shock as much as I was in disbelief. Truth be told, the shock didn't come until about nine years later. This friend was the most upbeat person I've ever known and was always busy helping others, living life and doing things he was told he couldn't. <br /><br />It's ok to ponder what would make someone so unhappy with life to want to end it, but I always feel when thinking of my own experience with suicide that, if he was so unhappy, then he maybe did what was best for him. I don't like that I got a letter in the mail from him four days after seeing his dead body on my television, but he had to say goodbye and I'm glad that he did. I wish he would have let me say goodbye to him, too.<br /><br />Whether or not you're an addict and no matter what your beliefs are, death isn't easy to understand. There is no one definition for addict and there is no one belief that is shared by any two people in the same exact way. Knowing this, you can almost say that we are all an island unto ourselves, living our lives while we build a mosaic of experiences consisting of overwhelming success, deep regret and everything in between.<br /><br />These days, I believe that the more one tries to understand death, the less he is able. Because of this, there is no rational response to it, which is a bit ironic considering the fact that what really separates us from animals - what makes us sentient - is our ability to ponder our own demise. For some people, death becomes something to deny, while others become fascinated with it and can't wait to see what is on the other side, if there is anything at all.<br /><br />If Gilbert were still alive, I would want him to stay, but he had to go. He wanted to. I miss him more these days than I did in the years immediately following the day he took his life. I suspect I will miss him even more in the future. But it really isn't about me at this point; it's about him. So, I hope that his decision is one that he doesn't regret. And I hope the same thing for your friends. If I can believe that somewhere, somehow Gilbert is happy, then I can be at peace with the fact that he is no longer with us.TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194507632084940540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015183155330967608.post-72983017626892033562011-07-05T16:54:12.033-07:002011-07-05T16:54:12.033-07:00thank you Petr.
really.
i think everyone needs to ...thank you Petr.<br />really.<br />i think everyone needs to hear that they matter-as often as possible!susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12514147555315660233noreply@blogger.com