Remember relationships in grade school? Every classmate was your friend. Several were your best friends and a few were your very best friends.
One morning in second grade, our teacher began class with a stark announcement. My best best friend was not in school that day. The night before his father had taken his own life.
The teacher’s explanation was straightforward and detailed. Actually, too detailed. I also remember gruesome images from the nightmares that followed her frank explanation.
No 8-year-old should know the word suicide.