The Long-term Aftermath of Suicide

A reflection on grief and loss

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Six years ago last night, I shared a cigarette at a party with the handsomest boy there. He was aloof, and few years older than I was, but once I was standing next to him by the bonfire taking drags from his cigarette, he was warm and funny. It seemed as though he was the life of the party, and I was just happy to have been invited. I went home that…