Today, a year ago, a person I knew lost his life. He wasn't exactly a "friend", but I like to think of him this way. At that time he was older than me, 10 years at least, and when we talked I felt that he has may lived some harsh stuff and yet he was there speaking to all of us and trying to guide us in some way. When I found out about his suicide, something inside me broke. We even attended the same high school. From time to time I think about him. I wonder.