I'm a mother. Situations like this make me ill - physically ill.
We learned today that a business acquaintance could no longer deal with the stress of living his life, and chose to end his by calmly walking out into his backyard at the end of his workday, pointing a loaded shotgun at his head, and pulling the trigger.
No one knows what the next second holds. The longer I live, the more I realize how fragile the thread of life is. And when it breaks violently, it rips a multiplicity of hearts apart in its wake.
Hold your loved ones close.
Gaze into their eyes and tell them how much they mean to you.
Hug your loved ones, arms tightly wrapped around their fragile bodies, while you can.
Make each moment of life count. The next... is not yours to claim.