So my story. I guess I’ll be blunt about it.
My father committed suicide. I was a baby, the age of two. I have no memory of him. It haunts me daily.
It was the day after his birthday, a day that no one would expect anything to be wrong, and although I’m not completely clear on the story (no one will talk to me about it no matter how much I beg, i actually didn’t know he killed himself until sixth grade.) but from what I’ve gathered, he had had enough, he climbed to the top of our barn, tied a noose around his neck and […]