|'The Long Walk' 17x17.5 mixed media; Kathleen Faulkner|
My friend died. She took her life. She finally made it work after having tried a few times before. The whole story is one that could happen to anyone and it's so very sad. It makes my heart ache.
Struggles, strife: some are more sensitive than others Some just can't take the rawness and ruthlessness that life dishes out. It is a cruel world that can leave us with nothing.
We tend to shun those that are different. They scare us. e don't know what to say, how to interact. It's easier to be afraid, to run away, ignore or bully.
This is the day we celebrate the dead. I will celebrate you, my friend, and I will miss you, sweet lady. I'll always wonder if anything could have changed your outcome. May you rest in peace.