Today is the day I lost my Dad many years ago. 13 to be exact. I will call my Mom today and my sister because they were there that night too. We all share the memory of his death. He took his life with his Colt 45, my sister and I had to clean up the mess he left behind. Depression sucks. also, being a white male wasn’t good for him as far as getting medical help. He had titanitus (spelling?), a ringing in his ears that drove him mad amongst other stuff and no one knew what that was then. But no matter, he’s gone, were left behind and I’m hoping that where ever he is its not hell. And I will light a candle for him today and try to forget the bad stuff and remember the good. Rest in Peace if you can. You are loved.