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Not Classified as Suicide

Updated on December 6, 2012


My Best Friend killed herself.
Oh, it's not labeled suicide;
her death certificate claims
she died of complications
brought on by her diabetes.
But she killed herself.

As I stood at the funeral, (being given the wrong time so I'd be late, since I was her Best Friend) while her daughter, (her worst enemy and assassin) was managing the event,
I had no doubt that this was not death by natural causes, but I didn't say a word.

Not out loud.
But inside.

I shed honest tears, but said nothing, and left.
I let the days pass, saying nothing.
But I know why and how she did it.

The Family

She had married very young to an older man who could 'help her in life'. If he was capable of love she didn't receive it. Her love was an unopened flower.

She had children, and invested herself into them, especially the daughter. The daughter would be the person she wished she was. The person with eduction and opportunities who wouldn't have to marry an older man with money to escape the condemnation of poverty.

She had been good, insuring her children had everything, sending them to expensive private schools, getting tutors if required, paying for extra classes so that they would glide into the very best High Schools.

She had her own business by then, met people, and maybe could have loved them if she wasn't married.

So here she is, with a daughter in the best High School who, she suddenly learns, is more ashamed of her than any other emotion. A daughter who leaves her out of her life, who sees no reason to tell her anything, and goes day to day, being driven to school, being driven home, then hiding in her room to avoid her mother.

She Tried

My Best Friend tried, but everything failed, and her daughter went off to college as far away as possible.

When she came home on vacations she would spend as much time with her friends as possible, and it was only by the way my Best Friend learned she had 'met someone' and they were engaged.

My Best Friend wanted to meet this man, and her daughter was vague about when.

As My Best Friend loved to entertain and had been somewhat of an event planner, we spoke of the wedding. Where, and when and how, and had gotten pretty close to confirming the ideal venue, menu, and guest list.

Not hearing from her daughter for a time, my Best Friend rang her, to learn that she married last month. A small Civil Ceremony. They'd be coming down in a few months and her mother could have a very small reception at the house.

I found out about this when I asked the question; "Why are you crying?" as I stopped by on my way home.

Some Insults You Can't Escape

It wasn't good that the 'reception' would be held in the yard of her home, but that could have been born if the daughter hadn't demanded a man my Best Friend particularly loathed, be the Master of Ceremony.

Her daughter knew this, we all did; that is those people who knew my Best Friend. However, the event went as her daughter demanded. I, being the best friend, was kept to the far periphery, and I think I partially appear in one of the two dozen photographs.

It was a horrible affair, but her daughter took a kind of pride in the fiasco, because it would be attributed to her mother, not to her.

And then she and her husband left.

And that was it.

Who He Was

Her daughter, who had gone to the best schools, who had gone to college, married a man who was streets and lanes beneath her.
A man who wouldn't have been invited to the house when she lived with her mother.

She, this privileged darling, got some hourly paid job. No profession, no big office, the kind of job my Best Friend hired someone to do.

So My Best Friend had sacrificed l her chances, because of her children. She'd stayed in a loveless marriage. She let chances pass her by as men she loved in her heart married others.

And now, the 'reward' of being a faithful wife and good mother was that her daughter would marry someone of little note in a civil ceremony and have no profession; exactly what my Best Friend feared would have happened, in a worst case scenario.

Exactly what she feared would happen
if she, my Best Friend, had left her husband for that handsome man who wanted her for herself.


It was shortly after that she was diagnosed and put on a diet.
She didn't strictly follow it.
She did make some efforts to substitute a sweetener for sugar, but not much else.

She began going to Church.

About a year after her daughter's marriage she got up, ate nothing, drank nothing, went to Church, took communion, came home, and went into a diabetic coma. She died a few hours later.

The funeral had to be postponed until the daughter and husband could arrive. Then the daughter would do all the arrangements, insuring that it would be one of the worst funerals
she could organise.


I never told anyone she committed suicide. I never speak of her. All our 'mutual friends' are gone, for many were really her friends or my friends, and there never was a sharing. I think of her often, and talk to her in my mind, sometimes, in my voice.

I know.
I know that she chose the 'cleanest' way out of an unlivable situation. I don't need to tell anyone, I know, and my knowing is enough.


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    • qeyler profile image

      qeyler 5 years ago

      thank you very much

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      finewords 5 years ago

      i am really sorry to hear that

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      sam3m 5 years ago from New York

      your hub is touching in its sensitive relating of your friend's life and death. there may have been another way out, but that not have been the best for her. it is pointless and rather insulting to second-guess someone in her position. certainly the decision was not made without much thought.

      i wish you the best.

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      qeyler 5 years ago

      Thank you. I am sure my friend did it this way so tht the only thing in her stomach would have been a communion wafer, and the last memory she would have had would of been of the church.

      I think sometimes there is 'no way out' and probably your best friend felt the same way.

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      Kebennett1 5 years ago from San Bernardino County, California

      I am very sorry that your friend went through all of this and you had to lose her this way. I understand your pain as I am still waiting for the coroners report to see if my best friend committed suicide or not. She was found dead in her bed at 3am. She had been seriously depressed and had began mixing alcohol with antidepressants. I believe she overdosed that night purposely because she couldn't take life anymore. GOD be with you.