This morning, while Mom was reading the paper, she came across an obituary for a 15 year old boy.
“I wonder if it was suicide,” she said.
Huh?!?, I thought.
“It doesn’t say anything was wrong with him [like an illness],” she continued.
Could’ve been an accident, I thought.
“That’s too bad,” she said. Then she looked at me. “Kids think that the only way to solve problems is to kill themselves?”
I did not look at her. Just shrugged and said, “Dunno.”
I restrained myself from saying “….but I know the feeling.”