The Note...
I saw the wife. I saw the children. I saw the pain, I saw the brokenness.
As I read it I felt the drama unfold in my mind. I saw the wife. I saw the children. I saw the pain, I saw the brokenness. What I was reading was breaking my heart. It was the note left behind by a father a husband broken by depression. It was a note apologising for his life. His inadequacies. His failings. It was a note saying goodbye before disappearing to endure his depression alone.
I finished the note and folded this precious last remaining contact with a man who had resorted to running away from his faults, who had resorted to thrusting his wife and children into despair. I looked up into the face of a woman who needed answers, direction, and help.
"What do I do...?"
We talked.
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Prayers for you, and for that family
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