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A close friend committed suicide about 29 years ago. He had moved to Idaho, and I hadn't had much contact with him at the time.

I happened to be doing a new subdivision across the street from his parents home. I heard his mother, who I had always known to be a strong woman, screaming loudly and running out the door into the yard tearing her hair.

She laid on the lawn and pounded on the dirt and cried Gary, Gary, Gary until she was too exhausted to make a sound.

Had he asked me, I would have sworn that he had every reason live.