I entered the room not expecting him to be there. He was sleeping in the chair, I shook his knee to wake him. Then I saw the gun and a small pool of blood. IÂ looked at his face then saw behind his ear the little bloody hole where a bullet must have gone in. He wasn’t sleeping, he had shot himself in the head. Is he dead? Do I touch just under that hole in his head to see if he is alive? I can’t, I can’t, I can’t touch him, I don’t want him to be dead! My thoughts went to the little […]