One: life is precious.
Two: life is sacred.
Three: I feel the weight of this loss.
Four: It is a loss.
Five: We all choose everything.
Six: They made there choices
Seven: And yet. And still. This is loss.
Eight: Heart breaks.
Nine: Loss in the world, reaching the internet for all of us to bear witness to.
Ten: Bear witness.
Eleven: I think of my sons. They are still alive.
Twelve: I am deeply loved.
Thirteen: Motherless child.
Fourteen: Man without his wife.
Fifteen: Sister without a sister.
Sixteen: Family without a father.
Seventeen: Lover without.
Eighteen: 25% increase in taking your own life in last 20 years.
Nineteen: Where are they going?
Twenty: Where are we headed?
Twenty-one: The brevity.
Twenty-two: Is there a new dimension we’ve yet to learn about?
Twenty-three: Is it better to stay?
Twenty-four: Who gets to decide?
Twenty-five: We. Never. Know. Anything.
Twenty-six: “She seemed fine, happy.”
Twenty-seven: “There was no indication.”
Twenty-eight: Repeat: We. Never. Know.
Twenty-nine: Lifeline (s). Can we be?
Thirty: She said, “I’ll be your lifeline.”