Last summer a dear friend of mine was taken too soon. He died from suicide.
As I got ready for work on a Monday morning, running around slightly frazzled and half unpacked after being in Winnipeg for the weekend, I got a call just as I was heading out the door. I sat at the kitchen table and cried, heartbroken.
It had been a while since I lost someone I knew so suddenly, no chance for goodbyes. Instead all I had were questions, and guilt.