Dear reader, please note that in the ensuing months my foreboding of disaster came like a heavy rain pummeling me with giant pain drops.
In may of 2013, our grandson Tye, spent his birthday in the mental health unit of the county JAIL in Tampa. He was picked up for theft arising from the schizophrenia he was diagnosed with the previous year.
And the day he was released from the hospital he killed himself.
On June 11, 2013, he walked in an angry cloud to an electric station and jumped onto a transformer. For the next 3 days he lay in a coma, waiting for me and his g'pa, Babu, to get to him and say goodbye. We got there on Friday at 3pm. We talked with him (one-sided as it seemed i know he heard us) and an hour later he was gone.
My heart irreparably broke that day. All the months leading up to this horror, filled as they were with the feeling of impending doom, could not prepare me for this.
I have several other blogs dedicated to and in memory of our boy. I have a face book page that seeks to draw out people once in the shadows and offer them a safe spot to share any mental health issues.
I will close this blog now with gratitude to still be around to write it.
Thank you dear readers.
Peace.
