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<blockquote data-quote="Sgt Dog" data-source="post: 3837026" data-attributes="member: 15840"><p>That first paragraph!!! Its not the same!</p><p>====</p><p>The suicide of best friends - same but different!</p><p></p><p>Two best friends for 37 yrs, since 8th grade. One finds the other slumped over his steering wheel after a young wife dallies and dallies and strings him on for a full year suggesting maybe just maybe she’ll not shatter his little family. He finds his best friend with a 44 size hole in his heart. Severe depression had set in quick and for nine months taken a hold you could visibly see. No sleep, 40 lbs lost. Ability to concentrate broken. But that best friend had told him, as he floundered every day on the job, hardly a quarter of his old self, as they managed to keep their two-man concrete partnership afloat, “we’ll get through this”. </p><p></p><p>He found him and he flipped out with anger. But 12 years later, he put a .357 to his own heart, same as Brother Matt did. But by then we’d floundered though a year of ALS. In that year of incalculably precious time with a man now ’my’ dearest friend, he told me more than once, “I understand your brother now”. </p><p></p><p>Until my sons were grown I never loved two men in this world more than I loved both those men. One was like a father-figure, brother and best friend rolled into one. The other I’d known since I was six and we’d adopted each other, after the first passing, shared a lot of grief, knew each others lives all the way back to childhood. We had a little more than a decade of hunting, shooting, building houses for our families not eight miles apart. </p><p></p><p>Though both suffered in their own way, the blow was as different for each loss as night and day. Brother Matt mistakenly believed the dark hole of depression would never lift… and worse, he believed everyone would be better off without him. The irony was that Brother Matt was the absolute favorite of three brothers, our mother, our father; we all just knew that about each other. And he had two young children. </p><p></p><p>So, one was wrong; depression that severe would likely lift, eventually. And we were not better off without him! The other knew with certainty what ALS came down to. He’d seen something similar in his mother and three of his six siblings. And he was the kind of old-school hard-nosed man who wasn’t gonna suffer an indignity like those he’d witnessed, not when he had a choice. </p><p></p><p>Man was the impact ever two worlds apart!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sgt Dog, post: 3837026, member: 15840"] That first paragraph!!! Its not the same! ==== The suicide of best friends - same but different! Two best friends for 37 yrs, since 8th grade. One finds the other slumped over his steering wheel after a young wife dallies and dallies and strings him on for a full year suggesting maybe just maybe she’ll not shatter his little family. He finds his best friend with a 44 size hole in his heart. Severe depression had set in quick and for nine months taken a hold you could visibly see. No sleep, 40 lbs lost. Ability to concentrate broken. But that best friend had told him, as he floundered every day on the job, hardly a quarter of his old self, as they managed to keep their two-man concrete partnership afloat, “we’ll get through this”. He found him and he flipped out with anger. But 12 years later, he put a .357 to his own heart, same as Brother Matt did. But by then we’d floundered though a year of ALS. In that year of incalculably precious time with a man now ’my’ dearest friend, he told me more than once, “I understand your brother now”. Until my sons were grown I never loved two men in this world more than I loved both those men. One was like a father-figure, brother and best friend rolled into one. The other I’d known since I was six and we’d adopted each other, after the first passing, shared a lot of grief, knew each others lives all the way back to childhood. We had a little more than a decade of hunting, shooting, building houses for our families not eight miles apart. Though both suffered in their own way, the blow was as different for each loss as night and day. Brother Matt mistakenly believed the dark hole of depression would never lift… and worse, he believed everyone would be better off without him. The irony was that Brother Matt was the absolute favorite of three brothers, our mother, our father; we all just knew that about each other. And he had two young children. So, one was wrong; depression that severe would likely lift, eventually. And we were not better off without him! The other knew with certainty what ALS came down to. He’d seen something similar in his mother and three of his six siblings. And he was the kind of old-school hard-nosed man who wasn’t gonna suffer an indignity like those he’d witnessed, not when he had a choice. Man was the impact ever two worlds apart! [/QUOTE]
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