Out having fun with my bestie in Rochester

2021: As you know. My boy died. He was stressed and he cycled out to the prettiest place he knew with a rope. And the next day he was found. His brother called me because he couldn't get hold of their dad and so I scrambled a search party in the Greek village full of friends I had left behind. I notified the lawyers and requested breathing space for both sides. He thanked me.
Since then I have learned a great deal about suicide, and it is far more likely to be the result of a sudden mood-swing than something that has been waiting a long time in the wings.
One final entry tomorrow . . .