My brother-in-law died Tuesday night. He committed suicide. I haven't seen him for several years so I don't know what demons drove him to such an irreversible action.
I hope they have good fishing in heaven. Nick loved fishing, but he had to give it up after a car accident left him permanently disabled when he was in his early thirties.
I don't think most people realize how hard he fought for normalcy after he was left wheelchair bound, tube-fed, unable to speak. He couldn’t even control the drool that ran down his chin.
But Nick rarely took no for an answer and never did as he was told so he paid no attention to those who predicted he'd never walk or talk again. With a lot of work and stubborn determination, he learned to eat again, to talk again, to walk again. He didn't do these things well, but he did them. He even learned to drive a specially equipped car and got a job entering data into a computer. But he could never enjoy fishing again. It was just too hard to bait a hook or manage a rod and reel one-handed.
I don't know what caused him to give up the struggle and put an end to his life. Maybe he just got tired.
Rest in peace, Nicky. You deserve it.
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