Suicide in the Family
Fly With Angels By Na Leo Pilimehana
How do we deal when death strikes the family? A few days ago I got the phone call that no one ever wants to get. My mom called me to let me know that my Uncle was no longer walking the earth with us.
It wasn't his time to go, but he made it his time to go; death by suicide. Nothing pains me more than losing a family member, but losing them to a disease called suicide hurts even more. I hate him so much for not allowing me to say one last goodbye, one last hug and having that one last cigarette with him. I have never had to deal with a death of someone so close to me. Not can I eve fathom losing someone so close such as my parents. I can't help but replay all the memories in my head of all the awesome times we've shared; especially on my wedding dsay. My Uncle was the life of the party and he could not stop telling me how much he loved me and how proud of me he was.
No one knows the reason as to why he would do such a thing, though we all knew that he was having a lot of problems with his wife to the point where he had to check her in to a mental hospital. Everyone else says that alcohol was a big factor in his death according to the medical examiner but told us that his death was an accident. The examiner had told us that it seemed like he was playing around with the rope and that he fell asleep with it still tied to his neck and when he moved he choked himself in his sleep.
If it wasn't for the excessive drinking I am 100% sure that he would still be here today. He was always so happy and cheerful and way too young to leave us the way that he did.
I love you Uncle Randy and we all miss you so much. We know that you are in a better place, please watch over us
R.I.P Randy Pero