I frequented the cafe on many occasions,sipping coffee,
soaking up some sun and people watching from my favorite
spot at the table situated near the street.
This day however the doors are locked,the windows are covered,
no tables outside,no food being prepared-- no coffee being brewed.
The apparent suicide of the owner has left a dark cloud hovering
over the area.Why? What demons possessed him to do such a thing?
I didn't know him well,he seemed to have a lot going for himself,a
successful business,a beautiful bride to be,family and friends who
admired him.Now there are only questions,more questions and
tears of sorrow.The people he leaves behind are now left to pick
up the pieces and clean up the mess of a shattered reality.
The people affected are far reaching,like branches of a tree,the
senseless loss of life causing the leaves to wilt,never to attain their
original color.Many people-including myself have entertained the
notion that the world would be a better place without us.
That notion is wrong-DEAD wrong.
