his was an experiment. Not the picture, the final editing. The caption says it all. The processing takes it to another higher level because to me it says what it means to travel. For some it means slipping into the mist in order to get away from daily life. For others it may mean something about being on the road. It means different things to each of you.
Hopefully, it will make you think.
Now to the heart of this post.
his is so hard to write, but I have to do it. It was an incredibly sad day around here. As some of you may know I am the legal godfather to an adopted child who came from Russia. She came as a baby and now she is fifteen years old. She joined a rambling southern family.
A few day ago her cousin went missing. The State of Mississippi issued a silver alert, which was broadcast or published in every kind of media. State Troopers found him. He was dead by his own hand. Suicide. I am unclear if it was yesterday or the worst possible day. Thanksgiving.
I cannot imagine what his immediate family is going through. I know that his big sister, who has a good career, is married and who is living her life is not doing well with this.
I have always had two thoughts about suicide. It is either the most cowardly thing a person can do. Or, it is the most courageous thing a person can do. Cowardly is giving up and hurting who and what you leave behind, especially your family. Courageous is that you are making the ultimate choice not knowing what is in front of you. No worries. I’m not that guy. I started thinking about this years ago in a psychology class.
That’s all from me except for this.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. It is open 24 hours a day. Use it if you need it. 800-273-8255