Bear with me if this is a little confused, because I’m in a great deal of shock right now.
One of my best friends (we’ve been friends since we were 3) is having a rough year.
In January, her brother died. In May she left for Texas to her fiance…who, to be perfectly honest, treats her like shit and runs around on her. But of course when her friends tried to explain to her what was going on, she broke all ties with us and went to him.
Today, her father killed himself. The grief of his son dying, his daughter leaving, and his coworkers getting killed in the line of action (3 policemen were murdered here by a guy I went to high school with–please understand, I live in a small town, things like this never happen), everything, was just too much for him.
He left behind a daughter, a wife, a daughter-in-law, and a three year old grandson that still doesn’t understand why Daddy is dead, much less Granddaddy.
He, of course, was not perfect. He had a lot of problems…an addiction to pain medication, and he treated his daughter (my friend) like shit, pure shit, which is one of the reasons she left. But I can’t find it in my heart to hate him.
I cannot hate the man who greeted me warmly whenever I was in his house. Who teased me about my boyfriends. Who made me a dreamcatcher by hand (we both shared Native American heritage).
I instead feel great sorrow for him, his wife, their daughter my friend, their daughter in law, and their grandson.
Thoughts and prayers please? I’ve been having a rough year myself, but it’s nothing on this. Thanks in advance.