"There was a storm. We were crab fishing. We sat in the car. Our parents locked us in. We sulked. We tried to escape. We danced to Poker Face."
Death occurs every day, everywhere, however, individuals create ways to avoid this consciousness, believing it to be morbid, terrifying, or simply too upsetting; nevertheless, there is value in contemplating it and value in facing it. Having felt the unconscionable pain of suicide for the third time after the death of my childhood friend I face a new reality.
