A prayer

I guess this blog is good for something. It gives me an outlet for random thoughts or to let out feelings that I wouldn't ordinarily talk about in company.  Tonight, I found out that the son of one of my co-workers took his own life.  The boy was in middle school.  I didn't know him, but I work with his dad every day.  His dad is such a sweet and giving person that I can only assume that his son was the same.  I found out about two hours ago, but my mind is still reeling.  I found out from his boss, who I also work with daily.  His boss, who usually is very wordy, was at a loss for words.  I am just as shocked.  I tried to bury myself in shows I recorded on my DVR. I tried to meditate and clear my mind.  But I can't.  I trace back to those days in junior high/middle school that were so unbearable and I wonder how I got through it.  Why didn't I succumb to the melancholy and depression that consumed my classmates, and that obviously consumed this boy enough to take his life.  I don't know any of the circumstances, but I know that his mom and dad are suffering so much, trying to figure out the answers.  But, I think there are no answers, only questions.  The questions that will haunt his parents forever. 

So, I ask you to close your eyes and to say a prayer for a lost soul.