He was the light of our lives. Very popular in
school. Handled things with grace and
humor. He had a wisdom that was
intimidating. He had the looks of a model and
the personality of a Saturday Night Live
character. Early that morning he left a party
and drove his Plymouth to wooded area. Then
he took a 12 gauge shotgun. Placed the barrel
under his chin and squeesed the trigger. He
wondered if he killed himself, who would
care then he broke down in tears. He walked
into a pawnshop nearby his home and purchased
the instrument of his death. "He hated guns"
one clue to darker state of mind. Beneath a
shining grace, a secret anguish
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