The trouble with suicide is that no one knows what to say. No one knows how to react. So they smile and wave and attempt distraction... but they never ever say the word. The survivors, it seems, are often left to survive on their own.
In case we lose our way somewhere in the next 16 years, and you find yourself standing some distance from me on the day you leave the nest, I want you to know what our relationship is like right now, when you're 2.