Never been so glad to see a weekend be over.

Strange sentiment, even coming from someone who's not currently working. But this entire weekend ranged from being either a complete waste of makeup, or just plain sad.

I feel petty complaining about the waste of makeup stuff in the same post as the sad stuff though, so I'm gonna just go with the sad.

My dad called me this morning to tell me that my aunt's step-son (cousin by marriage, I suppose) took his life last night. I didn't know him well, although he's certainly been at family gatherings and events that I've been to since my aunt and now-uncle got together, some five or so years ago. But we weren't close, weren't friends. I wish I'd known him better, even though it'd probably be making me sadder right now if I had.

But this is devastating for my aunt's husband, for her, for the surviving brother, and all of the family and friends around him who didn't know he was in that kind of pain. He hid it well, beneath a combination of anger and silence, and nobody guessed until it was well past too late.

I find it hard to talk about suicide because of the range of emotions it spins me into. There's deep sadness, there's grief--for the person who's died, but even more for the people left behind. There's frustration, there's anger. There's regret. And there's a lot of guilt, particularly for those left behind.

I really didn't know him well, although as I said, I wished I'd gotten to know him better. But if you could spare thoughts or prayers for the people in my life who this is hurting so much right now, I'd truly appreciate it.

I don't have a moral lesson in me right now... but just be good to each other. And be good to yourselves, please.