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There are some reasons why I am not posting here these days. I think I feel mentally dried out. I feel tired of tracking a total stranger, and listening in to his life as if he has no right to privacy. Sometimes I feel like a stalker. I don’t know where I’m at with this.

I had some news this afternoon that makes everything seem so damn trivial.

My best friend, Terry, committed suicide last night. A policeman came to my home and asked me a lot of questions about him, and I knew. I knew something really bad had happened. The officer didn’t want to tell me what it was, but finally he put me in contact with the police in Florida, which is where Terry was living.

He shot himself. I can almost see it. My heart is absolutely breaking into five million pieces. I feel like dust. I am, not a religious person, but I know many of you are. I think he was to some extent. So if you have a minute, just say a kind word for him. He would like that, and I would be grateful.

Ann