My friend Melissa ended her life on Sunday at 11pm by hanging herself in her apartment.
I don't know what this is, a Eulogy, maybe something like that.
I learned from her. From the fact she lived through more than so many of us with real and true problems. She had ovarian cancer. Before that, she didn't get along well with her parents and they provided little support to her. She found herself pregnant, and despite the fact having children would likely cause severe complications, she refused to abort. When she miscarried (due to chemo treatments and a lot of surgery from the cancer) she felt she failed life, she was going to have twins.
She came out soon after that, with much flak fom her last boyfriend. Her family totally disowned her for it. Except her brother who she had always been close with.
She was dating and enjoying finally being out when she went into a coma and registered zero brain activity. Her parents wanted to pull the plug, but her brother fought for those rights, and soon after she pulled out of it. Even more amazing was the fact her cancer was receding.
Everything was getting better for her, but she fell to some part of her psyche. She left no note, no reason. She didn't tell people about it.
Her brother has since followed her.
Melissa had dreams of a garden. Maybe it is her afterlife. I need to believe in that. I need to believe she has happiness and that she's with her brother. I need to believe that love is stronger than death.