Posted by:
Mia
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Date: January 24, 2013 09:59PM
My first experience with suicide was my senior year in high school.
There was a guy I saw everyday in seminary, and everyday at school. He was what would be classified as homely. Yet, nobody seemed to notice. He was adored. He played the harmonica and the auto harp. He was friendly, and funny, and loveable. There wasn't a day that went by that he wasn't surrounded with friends and genuine adoration. He was a genuine sweet soul. I counted him as one of my best friends.
On the other side of the coin, he was a bit shy. Sometimes reclusive. I thought that was just part of his personality. It didn't bother me. I gave him his space.
He was the son of a single mother who didn't socialize with anyone. I don't know what her thoughts, feelings, or issues were. She didn't seem to have any friends.
One day, out of the blue, I was told that Keith had shot himself in the head. There was no funeral. Just an announcement. What do you do with that?
Why couldn't his friends come and show their last bit of friendship and love? It's as if we weren't allowed to think of him anymore. We weren't supposed to notice he was gone. We had no idea why he shot himself. We were left wondering.
He was a gentle soul. He was kind, caring, funny, and very gifted. That was my first experience of Mormonism shutting down any feeling or emotions for someone who died. I still wonder to this day. That was a long time ago. There will never be an answer.
How many mormon kids have died this way? I have to wonder. The parents are so shamed they can't even acknowledge the death of their own child. How sad is that? Keith had a lot of friends. We were all left wondering what drove this gentle soul that we cared about, to kill himself. What?