The Question

I’m not going to get into an argument over this. I mean, like honestly, we gave you everything. We bought you a new car when you graduated high school. We gave you a home filled with happiness and joy. Hell, even though I balked, and your mother cringed, we still allowed you to go out with that Jack person.

I remember when the Cabbage Patch Kids first came out when you were four and you cried and cried saying we ”just had to” get you one. We did, and your smile lit up the room. You became a Cabbage Patch mommy.

Then came that day your mother and I dreaded the most, you leaving the roost to head for college. Of course, we were happy for you, excited for you, but deep down, we were heartbroken to see you go, but hey! It was your first step at being on your own with new responsibilities and new challenges. We both knew you would do fine, but you want to know something? After you left, I think I cried more than your mother did.

Doesn’t seem like a year has gone by, but it has. And it didn’t end well, no, not at all.

And I know you can’t answer this, but what I really wanted to ask, was why did you take your own life? Why did you destroy the best reason your mother and I lived for?

That’s an answer I will never get from you and that’s what makes this so hard for the both of us. The never knowing why.