Guns, by Jane Smith
My father killed himself with a perfectly
legal handgun left over from his law enforcement days.
He kept it long after he retired, in the top
drawer of a mahogany chest of drawers in our big hall, unloaded but right
beside the ammunition. My brother and I knew not to touch it…not ever.
Dad was troubled about his health, and the
gun was handy and available that December morning.
I don’t know if he would have used another
method.
I just know he didn’t.
My grandfather killed himself with a handgun as well. My father never really fully recovered from that shock.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Peter.I think there is always a strong impact on whoever is left behind.
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