I learned earlier this week that a friend of almost 40 years had died, he took his own life. I knew that my friend suffered from many things, none of importance seemed to be physical.
Did I do enough as a friend to have helped him? Probably not and, that wears on me. Friends of 40 years should have done a bit more, listened better, longer. Maybe I could have asked more questions or better questions.
I just can’t or, don’t want to believe that there was nothing that could be done. But, maybe there was nothing. Rest in peace my friend.