My best friend stopped yesterday while I was painting. He wanted to help, but I was almost done by then. He had been home from work a couple days early in the week (said he was sick), and
he admitted that he was laid up with severe depression. He even told me that he had some suicidal thoughts......he had even gotten his handgun out and loaded it.
He has always been one to keep to himself, pretty steady-as-she-goes for the most part. Not one to complain or talk about his problems. But this was a real startler for me. I have known him since we were kids - probably close to 50 years - and I never in a million years dreamed this would come from him.
So, I guess I need to be a better friend and try to inject some good things into his life. We are going on our annual deer hunt to Madeline Island on Lake Superior in a few weeks, and I know this will help a lot.