I just got a phone call with some very sad news. One of my old high school friends killed herself today. She jumped off a building in New York City at 8:00 AM.
Fran was a beautiful, funny, smart person. She and I joked about having “Packers” disease. I wrote those two blogs about it, and never got to send them to her. Now I can’t. She is gone.
I can’t text her, call her or laugh with her anymore. What makes a person kill themselves? What is it that they can’t tell someone? What is it that they feel such pain about? I’ve had the thought before that I can’t handle something, but I know that in the morning, things will look different. What had Fran not think that it was going to look better tomorrow.
I am in shock. I am sending virtual strength to her family and twin sister. I can not imagine how they are feeling right now.
My son told me about a guy who jumped from a bridge. On his way down, he realized that all of his problems were solvable. Somehow he survived and now he goes around speaking, sharing his story, and making a difference. I wish Fran had heard him. I wish that Fran could have talked to us.
She will be sorely missed by all. I will miss laughing with her and texting her when I overpack.
It puts the rest of my complaints in perspective. What’s really important? The people in our lives. Love.
Goodbye Fran. I miss your wonderful laugh and sense of humor. You always made me see the humor in a situation. You always understood.
I’m sorry that this was what you needed to do. Rest in peace.