Dead is Forever.

This is the second time in less than a year that a teenage friend of my daughters has committed suicide.

The second time that I’ve tried to explain the unexplainable, finally having to settle with ‘I don’t know. I just don’t know’ to their repeated cries of ‘why did she DO that?’ The second time that I’ve hugged them as they cried, second time I’ve wondered and ached at the pain of the dead girl’s parents, and the second time I’ve pleaded with them to not ever do that to me, first begging and then angry-scared, ‘Don’t you ever ever EVER do that to me! Promise me!’

The two teenage girls, unknown to each other, living in different states, neither of them with apparent mental illnesses, neither of them exhibiting prior signs of depression, just 15 and 16 years old- both died the same way and for the same reason: Hanging themselves because their teenage partners wanted to break up.

And now they’re dead. Forever.

What is with teenagers today that such minor, insignificant problems seem that unfixable? Is there no comprehension of death? Are they missing perspective, not knowing the difference between real problems and stupid teenage dating bullshit?

It’s just depressing and it makes me mad and, my God, those poor parents.

Incomprehensible pain.

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That’s not all that’s keeping me from blogging, there are other things going on right now, too. Mostly I’m just busy. We spent the weekend working on some odd jobs around the house and I did a good spring clean in the kids’ bedrooms.

Jes’s room is all set up with a crib and changing table and a rocking chair, along with her bed and two dressers. It’s a damn tight fit in there with not a lot of room for extras but it’s her baby. She’s got less than 2 months to go so it’s time to prepare.

There’s talk and rumors of the bad economy finally catching up to us here. The rumors range from lay-offs to company closings and that has everyone on pins and needles and short tempered. Well, I am anyway. In fact, I’m quite freaked out. Master’s more of the “wait and see and let’s not worry until we know for sure” type. Bah.

Oh, and I have pms, too. Just, you know, for shits and grins. There wasn’t enough going on that it could skip me this month.

Anyway, now that I’ve sufficiently depressed everyone, I’m off. I’ll be back when I’m better company.