When the walls start closing in…
Some decide to leave the room.
Debs was an amateur artist. Trying to be creative is something we always respect in a person. It never matters how ‘good’ others may perceive their endeavors, it’s the fact they made the attempt and that’s good enough for me.
Debs was my deceased brother-in-law’s 1st ex-wife. Their daughter in Florida called this morning saying that her mother ‘left the room’ Christmas Eve doing the overdose last walk and dance. She left a note. She also left 3 children, 4 grandchildren and one on the way. She had problems and chose the door of no return.
The whys are beyond our comprehension. If those around had understood, they may have been able to change course but that’s hindsight, a too often guilty obsession with what could have been, thoughts that burn.
It’s seems strange that we were mentioning the scourge of pharmaceuticals in the last post and then came word of Deb’s demise. By her own admission she suffered with long term depression and was no stranger to the doctors’ dope. She obviously had enough at hand to end the pain.
After the initial shock, anger and hurt ….. judgement of her most personal last action will fade. Forgiveness always makes for better memories.