Wierd Day
What a wierd day... Last night, around 10:30, the phone rang. It turns out that my wife's old college friend commited suicide last Monday. Seems she had been planning it out for a while. She got up Monday morning and went to work. Sometime that morning she told her office mates that she was going out to the corner store to get a cup of coffee. Instead, she drove to the airport (she lived in CO), flew to San Francisco, and jumped of the Golden Gate Bridge! Needless to say, my wife has been having quite a time with this. What makes someone do that? They say suicide is a cry for help, but in this case she kept it all secret. Seems to have planned it all out to cover her tracks so no one could stop her. Very strange.
Bill
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