Had my father not accidentally copied me on an e-mail he sent, I would have never seen Rocky's e-mail to my Dad. My Dad read it WRONG, he thought Rocky meant he was "Going Home" for the holidays... No he meant GOING HOME as in dying/Heaven/Afterlife Going Home. I cannot believe my Dad mis-read such a blatant cry for help, but then again I had my husband read it later and he mis-read it too. Perhaps it just a female vs. Male perception working here. Once I had my Dad, re-read the e-mail, he saw what I did. I nearly passed out from shock then immediately had Dad call my aunt to warn her. Rocky had apparently broken up with her this morning, to get her out of the house so he could commit suicide Christmas morning. Dad got a hold of Deanna and while she was racing back to Rocky, Dad had Rocky on the phone for a "talk down". Rocky admitted to dad that it was a suicide note. I am so very, VERY grateful I read that letter in time and that Dad forwarded it to me in error. God I hate depression and what it does to people you love. I saw my mom battle it, then my dad and I hate what it did to them (But they defeated it, Dad with meds.)
I am posting this personal account from today as a warning for others who read my blog/LJ...
Folks, times are tough, watch your loved ones... close!
Get them help at the first sign of depression, even if they fight you over it, never, ever give up. You might lose them.