I spent part of the morning with a couple whose 28 year old son killed himself on the 12th. She was devastated and finally admited to the anger and her guilt over being so angry at someone she loved so dearly. "WHY she screamed? How could he do such a thing? How could her friends wish her a Happy Easter when she was on the floor?"

And her husband confining to me at the car door that he was in better shape then she was...I cautioned him not to kid himself..that they'd take turns holding each other up.

I promised to come back...I've ordered Iris Boltons book.."My Son, My Son" for her but she won't be able to read it for awhile...she can't concentrate she said.

When I got home Mr.Alffe asked me how it went and I said, they were us. ~sigh