I didn't know these kids. The known degrees of separation between them and mine are few, but I didn't know them. My kids don't know them.
The girl was 15 and in high school. The boy was 13 and in middle school. They knew each other, the girl being a friend of the boy's older brother, but they weren't friends.
Maybe 10, 12 years from now, the two of them would have ended up getting together, maybe marrying and having kids and living happily ever after.
Maybe. Instead, on the heels of her committing suicide, he did the same, hanging himself Sunday night or early Monday morning from a tree on the path to his middle school. Another student found him.
Hearing about the 15-year-old girl's suicide was shocking enough, but learning of the 8th grade boy's suicide Monday was more so. Daughter's BFF goes to that school, rides her bike along that path each morning, earlier than most because she likes to get to school early. She was home sick on Monday. Thankfully.
Her aunt was sick at her own home, too, thankfully as well because she has fewer degrees of separation and managed to take a part in stopping two other middle schoolers from keeping up with their suicide pact with the boy.
When Joanne told me about the suicide, I said I was going to just tell the kids God doesn't exist. Do something that ends your life and you are nothing. There will be no glory. You will not know how your actions cause such despair. You will not get any gratification by seeing how much you are missed. You will be dirt. You will be nothing.
But Daughter's BFF didn't have to find that boy, hanging from a tree. And her aunt wasn't at work so she could help save two other lives. And my kids are safe and sound, just rousing themselves for another day.