He was nice to me

Twenty-nine years ago today, I attempted suicide. Last week, a guy I went to school with succeeded.

I haven’t seen, or even much thought of, this guy since I was 14. We weren’t close; in fact, I never would have said we were friends. But he was nice to me. He was cute and funny and ornery; when I picture fictional characters like Peter Pan or Huck Finn, it’s his face I see. I don’t remember him not smiling.

From what I’ve gleaned from the internet, he had a whole lot to be unhappy about since I saw him last. Eventually, it overpowered him. I’m sorry for that in a way I can’t quite express.

Junior high is not the best period of a kid’s life — it certainly wasn’t a high point in mine. I flip through my yearbooks now and don’t remember many of those people. But I remember him. Was he sometimes jerky, as almost-teen boys are wont to be? I’d be surprised if he weren’t. But I don’t remember that. What I remember is that he smiled a lot. Laughed more. And he was nice.

May he rest in peace.

7 thoughts on “He was nice to me

  1. ((((((HUGS)))))) for you for your loss and for all the memories this has stirred up. Thank you for sharing and for reminding us how important it is to be nice to others. šŸ’œ

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  2. So poignant. It must have been hard on many levels to hear this news and hard to write about too. Tragic that this man has been lost. The memory of his kindness remains; he has left a legacy.
    And I’m so glad that you are still here šŸ™ šŸ˜Š

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