A man I knew died today by his own hand. He left behind a wife and two children around my boys' ages. He was Thing One's baseball coach for a couple of years way back when but I hadn't seen much of him more recently.
Because this is a small town and word gets around quickly, I decided to talk to Thing One about it preemptively. By all accounts (spelled out in loving detail in our local paper, bless their sensationalist little hearts) the man made some bad professional decisions. As I explained to Thing One, sometimes, once people get started making bad decisions and get caught, they get overwhelmed by the consequences they're facing and make one final *really* bad decision. Looks like that's what happened here. Guy took a gun and shot himself. I'm having a hard time shaking the mental picture out of my head.
Assuming the paper got the story right, the situation was pretty bad. There was going to be fallout, both professional and personal, and you gotta just wonder what the hell he could have been thinking. But the bottom line is that he's gone now and I'm sure his wife and kids are devastated to a degree that I can't even begin to imagine. Life as they knew it is gone forever. And for absolutely no good reason, that's the kicker. Guy does something stupid, guy does something else even stupider, and his family is left behind to pick up the pieces. Jesus.