My son Max called me yesterday afternoon with the news that his friend Ryan had ended his life.
Ryan was 19 years old.
What makes this even more horrible is that the 17 year old brother of one of Max's friends did the exact same thing a week ago. Needless to say, we are all reeling with shock and sadness. We headed up to Denton (a three hour drive each way) last night to go and pick Max up, but hadn't gotten very far when he called - his friend had offered to drive him home, and they were on their way. So we turned around, got back home...and waited. What do you do? Besides cry, I mean. I was glad that Max came home. He needed to be home, and we needed to be there for him.
Today Max spent a few hours, along with another friend, visiting Ryan's parents. Tomorrow is the visitation, and Monday the funeral...where Max will be a pallbearer. He is just wrecked about Ryan.
While we were at the Men's Warehouse this evening getting another dress shirt for Max (he only owns one), another young man was there, buying clothes for the funeral. This shouldn't be happening. They should be buying dress clothes for dates and job interviews, not funerals for their friends.
I feel so useless. All we, as parents, can do is the best that we can. But sometimes, that isn't enough.