I got to work this morning, frustrated over traffic and that it took and hour and half to get here when my phone rang. It was my mother. She rarely calls so I knew something was wrong. I think I knew something was wrong when I went to sleep and when I woke up but I shrugged it off.
She called to tell me and old and dear friend not only of mine but my families had committed suicide last night. I don't even know what to feel right now. My chest feels like there is a weight on it. I can't cry. I just feel numb.
I remember the last time I saw him and his wife. I knew he had been having some health issues, possibly even struggling in other areas but he seemed on the up and up.
He got out of the hospital and shot himself.
Percy was a kind and loving man. He was always there for me, as was his wife. They supported my mother when I was ill. They supported me when I had Logan. And when ever I felt down or needed help in my sobriety, Percy was always there.
I remember his eyes, they were so kind. he had a smile that was genuine and full of love. He always hugged me whenever he saw me and told me how glad he was to see me - and he meant it.
He was a good man. God, I said was - that is so not cool. I am just sitting here thinking of all the good and bad times we went through and how grateful I am that I was privileged and blessed enough to of known him and experience his love, light, and grace.
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