Lara speaking about Peter this morning reminded me of his fights with the "beast" and the lure of suicide, the lie of it.

This poem says it so well:

Lovers

... and then you courted death,

and he became the friend

that promised when you needed one

he'd be there in the end.

When every painful pulsebeat

put living into doubt,

the last friend that you made,

you made to let you out.

****** Fierce Goodbye by Gwendolyn Carr