Two posts in one night!

One of my husband's students committed suicide over the summer. It's wasnt someone he was super close to, but it was someone in one of his classes, and because of the nature of his school and his department, thats more like having someone in a High School class than a college class. He'll have the same students all four years.

It hasn't been devastating, but it has brought up conversations every now and then, which of course end in conversations, at least partially about Trifaro. That, coupled with the beginning of the school year having me thinking about him a lot.

I dont' think I'll ever stop thinking about him like that: a lot for short period and then not at all for a long time. Suicide is very different than other kinds of death. Theres no sense of it being their time or being mad at someone else, it's just a horrible, horrible waste.