When I was about fifteen years old, a kid I went to school with committed suicide. I didn’t know that kid terribly well – we weren’t in the same year, so we didn’t share the same friends. But besides the dreadful thoughts and feelings that hang in the air around suicide, there’s a sadness that lingers. You’ve lost one of your own. Though I didn’t really know this kid, we were of the same world which just felt so sad. And disheartening. And confusing to feel so, when I didn’t even have much of connection to this person in the first place.