End is beginning

Sunday I went to a memorial service for my cousin, who was a suicide. So of course I've been thinking about it a lot. I grieve not for his death so much as for the suffering that preceded it, which apparently nobody in his family really knows, and so of course neither can understand. But here's some thoughts about suicide: One, the person who kills himself takes his suffering and transfers it to those who love him most. Second, he tells them that he doesn't trust them with the things that are torturing him. I don't want to sound like I'm passing judgment, because I'm not. But I'm not sure his parents will ever recover.

The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away; blessed be the name of the Lord.