I lost a friend several months ago to suicide. This guy was a genius- graduated with high honors from my university on a scholarship that paid tuition as well as room and board and additional perks. He was Catholic, and we used to go to Mass together on campus. He was also a very generous person, always taking interest in everyone else’s joys and sorrows, and really finding opportunities to serve other people. He and some friends started an after school program on their own. He was the one everyone loved and looked up to… and then he took his own life. It rattled even the heartiest of people, including our scholarship director and many of the other students and administrators of the program.
I don’t understand what drives a person to do such a thing, but it can happen to anyone, regardless of how much they have going for them and how many friends they have. I took a lot of comfort writing a letter to his parents about all the wonderful memories he left, and basically didn’t acknowledge the circumstances surrounding his death. I think it is nice to remember him for who he was, and not how he ended his life.
I have lost three acquaintances/friends to suicide. I still hold onto hope that there is mercy and forgiveness after death for people who become so desperate.