So, my father was in the Air Force in San Antonio when I was born. One of his fellow Air Force doctors and good friend had a son almost exactly one year after I was born, and that kid, David, is the earliest friend I can remember having. When my Dad finished his stint in the Air Force, he and a couple of his Air Force buddies (including David's father) decided to move to Amarillo and start a medical group. So, they did. I think I was right at five years old at the time. In Amarillo, my family and David's family bought houses right next door to each other. The two homes even shared a huge circle-8 driveway. So, I spent most of my play time with David, who I remember being kind of annoying, especially during those two weeks or so between his birthday and mine when he'd go on and on about how we were the same age. As young as we were, that nearly one year age difference often seemed huge. David always seemed kind of dumb to me, but I'm sure that was just the age difference, though I have never been able to get the image of him running through the house with his pants around his ankles, yelling for his mother to come help him wipe his butt. No matter how old we got, every time I thought of him, I thought of that moment. Anyway, after a couple of years of living next door to David, my parents split up and we moved to a different part of town. I didn't see David nearly as often, but we'd see each other every now and then, and I'd hear updates on how he was doing and all that over the years. After high school and college, David went to law school and eventually opened a family law/criminal defense practice back in Amarillo. I talked to him a few times here and there. Knew he got married about five years ago and had twin girls. Last time I talked to him was probably about a year ago. Nothing important. Just taking a few minutes to shoot the breeze. This afternoon, I got a text message from my step-mother letting me know that David took his own life early this morning, almost a week shy of his 37th birthday. Between the 7th and the 18th of July, we would've been the same age again, and as much as I hated it when he'd say that back when we were kids, I'd give almost anything to get a call from him on Tuesday morning letting me know we're both 37.
What a terrible thing. What a waste. I've never understood why someone would take their own life. You must be shook up, mrpaige.
Damn, man. That's rough. I feel for you and I'm sorry for your loss. Focus your prayers, thoughts, and love for his wife and twin girls...I can't even fathom what they're going through.
whoa, for a minute I thought you were going to say you were a Spurs fan... Sorry to hear that and sorry for his family... Seems like this has been a tough summer...the heat and economy are taking a toll I guess
I think people have legit reasons - luckily we've never been in those situations. Sorry don't won't to derail the thread
Isn't it strange? From the outside, people like David have the lives you want but you know you cannot get. But man, on the inside they are more unstable than a teenager. I feel sorry for your friend and his family.
