A dear friend of mine was depressed. For months he was writing different blogs on the state of the world and about his life. Talking about death and loss of faith and the meaningless of life without belief. I read them, we all did. I commented sometimes, either publicly or privately. But there were the times when I rolled my eyes. There were the times that I said to him talking about suicide is an attention getter. And there was this time, after a heated arguement about life, that I actually said if you were serious about killing yourself, you wouldn't tell anyone you would just do it.







I know there was nothing I could have done, and I doubt that what I said really had a lot of impact, but he did exactly that. He told barely anyone. Then he did it. Why were those my last words to him.







Jesse, man so many people's lives were touched by you. You had friends and family that cared. I'll miss you man, we all will