Someone’s life worth of tears covers my cheeks as I sit on a grassy hill looking at the stars. The breeze rushes through my thin clothing alternating between warm and chilly as I alternate between sobbing and breathing. A satellite crosses near a partially full moon as I mentally compare it to a partially lived life, bright and wonderful for what it is, but incomplete none the less.
 
Processing suicide is really hard and full of sudden emotion. I’m crippled by love one moment and totally pissed off the next. …