I was the one who had to tell my wife
her best friend who had been missing
for days had indeed killed herself.

She cried and cried and I didn't know what
to tell her to make it any better.
I'm no good at that stuff.

Her friend was tortured for a long time
before she shot herself sitting cross-legged
and peaceful at her favorite, scenic overlook.

I couldn't help a small inward smile
when I heard this and I admit I thought
how this dignified death was so Gina-like.

One of the things my wife said in her grief
was, 'Gina was going to help me teach
Jonah how to be a good person.'

And the sad truth of the matter is
Gina would have been great in that
department, none better, hands down.

So as far as Jonah goes without your help
the best plan we could come up with
is to just muddle along through, so wish us luck.

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