It was in H.S. English Class...

[Bobbi]

... my freshman year when a classmate took his life. That's why I'm here - this forum.

[Alffe]

How awful for you all Bobbi...did the school make counselors available so you could talk about it?

Did the Yellow Ribbon Program exist then? I was so fortunate to hear the Emmes speak when they came to our town...suicide is an awful thing to have in common. (((Bobbi)))

[Bobbi]

Yes, the school brought in counselors, only... how lame is this: My mother said I saw them, but, I don't remember having done so. My family moved shortly after. That total disruption (moving away), I suspect, didn't help.

If the Yellow Ribbon Program was in existence, I wasn't aware of it. Then, again, time following is a blur.

((((( Hugggles backatcha, Alffe, and all others )))))

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(((Bobbi)))

[Curious]

(((((bobbi))))))
thanks for sharing your story.

[Bobbi]

Thank you!

I know some people wish to re-count/relive or somehow re-enliven their H.S. years. But... those are ones if I had to forget I would rather. I don't have to let them fade from memory. I don't have the memories. I can't remember and I have been in counseling as an adult... and that counseling does emcompass for the dx of PTSD, layers and layers.

I've not been to any H.S. reunion and I doubt I'd go even if I received a gold-embossed invite.

The last I remember of that day: My friend reached into a paper lunch bag; he pulled out a sandwich and an apple and, then, a handgun. I heard another classmate tell him, "Don't do it!" It was too late . Our teacher's screams is the last memory I have of that day.

Who would want to be so young again? Not I. No thank you .

Someone just let me have a veranda and a white wicker rocker and plenty of Heavenly Blue morning glories, and I'll be content with just being where I am at whatever stage my life reaches to rock myself in contentment.