A good friend buried his son today | Poal: Say what you want.

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The outpouring of support and sympathy from the community was phenomenal - hundreds attended visitation, and they postponed the memorial service by an hour and a half so his parents could receive condolences from more of the line that wandered out the door, through the hall and into the parking lot. I don't know how they did it.

The outpouring of support blew my mind - on a good day I'd be lucky to have 50 people visit my corpse. He'd touched so many and outwardly had such a full and fulfilling life, yet he killed himself - and it doesn't sound like any/many knew he was teetering on the edge. His mother is angry - still isn't processing it well. Dad is... Crushed. Been to many funerals in my days on this rock, yet this one hit me harder than almost all of them.

Depression is a horrible thing. Do me, all of the other faggots here on Poal - and especially your family and loved ones - a favor if you will:

If you feel depressed, angsty or otherwise overwhelmed to the point you're considering suicide, please tell someone. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem - and one that you can't take back. Life will continue and you can feel better. I promise.

He was 32 years old - took his own life. Rural Missouri town. He was plugged into his church, coached little league sports, good job a couple towns over managing a contractor supply outfit, built and raced on dirt track circuits, friends out the ass. Don't have the details yet but appears to have sat in a car in the garage with the engine running. Doesn't matter how. The outpouring of support and sympathy from the community was phenomenal - hundreds attended visitation, and they postponed the memorial service by an hour and a half so his parents could receive condolences from more of the line that wandered out the door, through the hall and into the parking lot. I don't know how they did it. The outpouring of support blew my mind - on a good day I'd be lucky to have 50 people visit my corpse. He'd touched so many and outwardly had such a full and fulfilling life, yet he killed himself - and it doesn't sound like any/many knew he was teetering on the edge. His mother is angry - still isn't processing it well. Dad is... Crushed. Been to many funerals in my days on this rock, yet this one hit me harder than almost all of them. Depression is a horrible thing. Do me, all of the other faggots here on Poal - and especially your family and loved ones - a favor if you will: If you feel depressed, angsty or otherwise overwhelmed to the point you're considering suicide, please tell someone. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem - and one that you can't take back. Life will continue and you can feel better. I promise.

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May the Lord have mercy on him.

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Damn man. That's a rough one. I had a good friend commit suicide many years ago. It was a typical NW winter, grey and raining for weeks and he offed himself over a woman. The next day the sun came out and it was an amazing beautiful day. I always wondered if he had just held on for ONE more day, just one. Maybe he would have not done that.

I'm sorry for your friends loss. I hope you keep close with him in this time. He needs you more than you know.

>I'd be lucky to have 50 people visit my corpse

You've got me beat

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God speed. It’s hard to know one’s demons. Lean into faith, disregard churchanity. Become one with God, give him all your troubles, he will provide.

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God rest his soul and prayers to you and everyone affected by his untimely death; especially of course his parents. Depression can be a secret- it can even be unknowable because we all know how to hide things so well.

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My condolences. My dad more or less died by suicide as well. It leaves a hole in your loved ones hearts that cannot be filled. I've suffered from deep depression off and on most of my life. I had no idea my dad did as well until his death. I've always struggled to find value in myself. Thoughts of death have been a lifelong companion. These days I keep that particular demon at bay, when it flares up, by thinking of those that I'd hurt. Specifically my wife and kids. Some days that's all that keeps me going. I have a son who hears voices. I've seen things others don't, but have never heard anything. I do"feel" things that aren't there. Found out after my dad's death he would see and hear things. He fought that demon and kept it hidden from my sister's and I. We never knew until we began hearing stories after his death. He was strong enough to fight the good fight until long after his children were grown and stable.