This is slightly off topic, but sort of related. A friend of my younger son died yesterday; Scott became friends with him in 5th grade when we moved to Boxborough. The friendship was really close, although in high school not so much. They had many friends in common. His dad was a teacher at the high school and was force to retire due to drinking problems. The parents got divorced. Dad now resides in Concord and I see him all the time at the train station and he appears to be teaching in Boston somewhere.
I always read the obituaries and was shocked to see this first thing this morning in the Globe. There was no cause of death listed, so I assume it's suicide. It really hit me hard. I haven't seen this kid since 2003. I felt better after signing the on line guest book and talking to my son, but it's just weird. I have dealt with death many times and rarely cry. Perhaps because those deaths were expected, I could imagine it and if I do that, I am fine. I am usually quite stoic, but this got to me.