Meanwhile, a friend of mine since childhood wrote some craziness on his Facebook page and then went down into his basement and hung himself.
His daughter just had a baby three days ago. Crazy. One of the things that got to me was that he posted that nobody knows the pain he has had to deal with for the last forty years and that he has never known a day in his life where he wasn't depressed.
We have traveled together, done business together, the godparent thing, etc, and he never once said anything. I wonder why he did not trust me enough so that I could have tried to help.
I called one of our other lifelong friends who is part of that click and he tells me that, he cant come to the funeral because he is in Pennsylvania trying to get some stuff handled, I asked him what and he starts crying and then tells me he was raped three times as a kid by a priest, so he went to go confront that priest and he died last year, so he instead tried to talk to the archdioceses and was kicked out and stonewalled. I asked him why he doesn't just sue and he said that the church declared bankruptcy a few years ago, so there is no point.
The real crazy part about that story is that he said he told four other men he trusted like me, and they all told him it happened to them too. Wow, just wow.
When it rains it pours.