Details are so slippery. Joy is so elusive. Peace is so often whittled down
to the quiet after the storm. (What is love?)
The devil is in the details. God is in the rain.
Showing posts with label picking up the pieces. Show all posts
Showing posts with label picking up the pieces. Show all posts
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Well.
From Momma Bear's (Chris's mom's) status message tonight:
Well it looks like Chris's suicide may indeed have been an accident. You can definitely tell he slipped and fell, there is no denying that. I do not believe the Chris we all knew and loved would think or believe he did it on purpose. Unfortunately when you play dangerous games (like Russian Roulette) you sometimes lose. Chris thought Lacey [his ex-girlfriend, probably the main person responsible for the state he was in in the first place] was on her way over. But because he had been drinking he was not thinking.
Well it looks like Chris's suicide may indeed have been an accident. You can definitely tell he slipped and fell, there is no denying that. I do not believe the Chris we all knew and loved would think or believe he did it on purpose. Unfortunately when you play dangerous games (like Russian Roulette) you sometimes lose. Chris thought Lacey [his ex-girlfriend, probably the main person responsible for the state he was in in the first place] was on her way over. But because he had been drinking he was not thinking.
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