Today would have been my dad's 84th birthday. Dad was depressed and he was an alcoholic. He took his own life on April 9, 1979. He thought you had to be very strong to commit suicide. So he said in a note he left. But he was wrong. You have to be strong to stay and face whatever it is that's causing you such despair. Ending your life to end the pain is the coward's way out. My dad was a coward. But I always loved him, and I always will. And I forgive him. I just wish we'd had a little more time to talk. Happy Birthday, Dad.
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