Originally Posted by Tck13
I had an acquaintance who killed himself. He hung himself in his attic on his son's birthday. I really feel terrible for his son having to deal with that every year on his birthday.
Jesus. This I don't get. I had a student who graduated last year, the weekend of her graduation, her father threw himself off the roof of their 8th floor apartment building, falling past her room. The graduation was Friday, he killed himself Saturday, and the kid came to school on Monday cause she said she felt like she needed to be here, as it was like her home. I had never cried in public (well, aside from the Landon Donovan WC goal against Algeria) except for when I had to tell my colleagues what happened as they didn't know. I can't ever imagine leaving my kids that kind of memory...I still check up on her and her older brother whom I also taught, and they seem to be doing well...poor kids.