Several years ago, my former father-in-law (FFIL) went into the hospital for emergency, life-saving surgery. While he was in the ICU, less than 24 hours after the surgery, his wife (FMIL) decided she couldn’t stand anyone else being the center of attention and took a handful of pills. My former stepdaughter (FSD) found FMIL dead on the floor of their house when FSD went to pick FMIL up to visit FFIL in the hospital. This was, as you can imagine, fairly traumatic for FSD.
Two years ago, FSD, FFIL, and former stepson sat at the bedside of my comatose former husband and followed his wishes to take him off the life support machines. It took about a day after they pulled the plug, but he passed mostly peacefully. This was REALLY traumatic for FSD, who had ignored all my suggestions over the prior 15 years to spend time with her father because he was genuinely, truly ill. She continues to struggle with the loss. Not long after the death of her father, FSD and her family (husband, four kids under the age of 8 at the time) moved in with FFIL (yup, in the same house that FMIL died in).
On Tuesday, FFIL told FSD he needed to go to the hospital. She got the baby (less than a year old) up and dressed, and went to FFIL’s room to tell him they were worried. The door to his bedroom was open, as was the separate entrance he had to the outside. She found him in his truck- he’d shot himself. Luckily the kids were still in the house, but they heard FSD screaming and the cops showing up and all the commotion, and the two older ones (10 and 8) overheard what happened. FSD is sending them for counseling next week. Apparently he’d been planning this for a while- he sent letters to his brothers saying goodbye.
Now, I’m a big proponent of assisted suicide, and as a therapist I completely understand mental illness and how people can become overwhelmed and feel like the only solution is to take themselves out. But I’m… kind of really furious with FFIL. What a completely dick move to pull on your granddaughter and her kids. Words just completely escape me. For gods’ sake, he couldn’t go to some field somewhere?? If nothing else, he could’ve easily gone to my old house, which is unoccupied and nicely out of the way. I can’t even imagine what the funeral is going to be like. Way to totally ruin all the good memories your family has of you, dude.
Sadly, suicide and mental illness runs pretty strongly on both sides of the family… I hope at some point there’s a generation that can break the cycle.