On September 15th, the guy I was dating committed suicide. He always seemed so happy and was always giving the biggest bear hugs to everyone at work. Whenever someone mentions his name, that knew him, they remember his smile and his hugs the most. When he wrapped his hands around me I felt safe. He was there for everyone in every way possible. I feel horrible that we were not there for him on the day he took his life.
Guilt is what I felt for a long time afterwards, thinking that our fight was the reason he decided to leave this earth. I called his phone for days just to hear his voice again on his voicemail. I now know that I can't blame myself for his death. This event has made me realize that nothing in life can be so horrible that you leave everyone that loves you behind in hurt. He thought no one cared, but there were so many people there are the funeral that he didn't realize he had. I remind myself everyday that things will always get worse before they get better and to just stay strong. I owe it to him that I have stayed so strong this past year with everything that has tried to bring me down. He may be gone physically, but I keep what he has taught me with me all the time. In the end I realized he didn't leave me, because I still have him in my heart to help me reach for my goals not letting anything get in my way.
Jerry Anthony Werchman Aug. 7, 1978 - Sept. 15, 2009 |
It is a sad story. If you can make it through this, then you will be able to make it through anything else. Remember when you feel like you are at the bottom that things can and will only get better.
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