I’m still angry at you. I have to take a class on-line and they have pictures of you as one of the “Home Buyer”. It shocks me every time to see your smiling face.
Your face probably wasn’t smiling for the months leading up to your suicide, was it?
How come you couldn’t tell us? Were you SO stubborn that you couldn’t have reached out even a little? You called me. You spoke pleasantries. Asked about my family. I sensed something was wrong and even called Robin telling her we needed to do something. But I didn’t do enough. I know that. I’m near certain that you would have proceeded regardless of intervention but I’ll always wonder if I did enough.
I just want you to know that you’ve missed out on so much good stuff. There have been so many amazing adventures and inventions and you don’t get to enjoy any of them. Even this whole internet thing was new when you died. You could have been happy, Tom. You could have. I miss you and I miss knowing who you would have become and what you would have done.
I’m angry that you were such a chicken shit and that you didn’t care more about the people that would forever be scarred by your decision.
I hope that you are relieved of your pain. I hope it didn’t hurt. I hope you’ve found peace.
I was proud to be your friend. I’m sorry I never told you that.