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.


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  1. My grandfather killed himself with a handgun as well. My father never really fully recovered from that shock.

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    1. Thank you, Peter.I think there is always a strong impact on whoever is left behind.

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