Well they say things come in threes, so here is my third and last trip to the melancholy, murky side of the world.
Last time we talked I told you about the private acreage where I imagined I saw the ghost of the old man waking around in the evening. And how this personal connection was caution-taped off yesterday. (for those still curious, https://wp.me/p1pIBL-2Fi).
I found out what happened.
There was a murder here in my little Wisconsin work town.
A man went into town and shot his wife(?) in the head, causing her car to crash into a pole. He then left and pulled into a secluded spot on Freemont Street and shot himself.
It was his parked truck that I first spotted on my way to work. He was already dead by the time I drove by.
18 years they were together. Two children. Who knows what the problem was, but whatever it was made him so angry he decided to take the life of his woman and himself.
I don’t understand people. I don’t understand how someone could get pushed so far to the edge that they not only destroy themselves but everyone around them. Some may say I’ve never suffered extreme depression. I haven’t. But that doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t ache when someone does and can’t handle it.
I know nothing of the couple, of their domestic life, of their ups and downs and ins and outs or what made their lives work. Or, obviously, not work.
If ever you feel you’re at the edge, stop. And contact someone. A phone call, a text, anything to get you in touch with someone who cares about you. Even a chat with your fellow bloggers can release an overbearing burden. We do care if you live or die. Or cry. You do not have to go through this alone.
I will stop and look for the old man after work. His ghost will be relieved he had nothing to do with the tragedy that unfolded on his property. I hope he continues to wander in peace.