Super Saturday: Gravestones and Epitaphs

I don’t even know why.  I didn’t know you very well.  Just some passing conversations in the school hallway, a nod of acknowledgment at church.  But when you died it killed me.  And I hated you for it.  I hated that I blamed myself.  Like I could have done something to save you.  We all felt that way.  But the choice was yours.  It was the wrong one, but you made it.  You left us behind to mourn and wish differently.  Didn’t you see how much you were loved?  Didn’t you know what would happen if you’d asked for help?