He made plans to have lunch with me today.
On Friday morning, at or around 7:30 am; he walked from his house for about 10 minutes; went to the nearby park and hung himself.
While we all were marveling at the snow; our emails came in. Mine was time stamped at 2:30 am.
His parting words; "Milk Chocolate, don't ever give up".
Yet less than 24 hours had passed and he had given up. Deciding to take his own life rather than face another day.
|Milk Dud and Milk Chocolate|
He tried but the world got the better of him. His lights had been turned off more than three months prior. He didn't have gas to cook food but he managed by using his fireplace. He didn't have a car anymore and his weekly golfing buddies; hadn't seen him in over a year.
He never expressed the trouble he was having. He never expressed one word of depression. He always laughed. Always had a smile on his face but privately he was battling demons that none of us knew.
He addressed letters to each of his closest friends and family. All were different yet they were all the same.
He expressed sorrow for letting us down. Sorrow for having to ask for some form of help in his time of knowing us and then he wrote his own obituary. He wrote to each of us why he choose Feb. 1, 2019 to end his life.
For me; he knew I loved Christmas and he didn't "want me to be sad during that time of year because of him."
He wrote of how he didn't want us to be stressed or worried. Instead we are mourning and missing him. Instead we all want to punch him in the face and then hug him really tight. Instead we are arranging to say our final goodbyes.
However, in all of this; he suffered from a mental illness that none of us knew. Writing this was the hardest thing I have ever had to do because I loved that man with all that I am and now; my soul is broken and hurting. My spirit is missing the man that constantly referred to me as beautiful and my head knows that no matter how much I am hurting; he was hurting much more.
So today, I cry. Today I miss him. Today I refuse to think of him; hanging from a tree; dressed in his favorite business suit.
Today I remember my special friend and the way he told me that he loved me on Thursday and to never give up my smile for anyone.
Today I honor him. Bobby you will always be remembered as the die hard Redskin fan who loved this die hard Dallas fan to pieces.
Rest easy BP...rest easy.
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