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Dear Michael I was to the doctor today with Linda. We stopped by Café Rio for lunch. It was a day like any other day until my sister sent a message to our phone. You had taken your life. Right now it’s not a day like the others. Today you gave it all up. I hadn’t seen you in a couple years as we live far a part. Since your divorce we were all asked not to talk to you. I snuck a couple emails to you anyway. You were always a brash, upfront, lover of life; at least that’s what I thought. I don’t know what it was that came between you two. I remember you and I talking last time I saw you, how lucky we were to have the wives we do. What did they see in us? We didn’t know. But they saw something. We were the lucky ones.
You sinned for whatever reason. It broke a heart. You were given a second chance. You squandered that. Then you were shut out. You probably found that you missed the one person that loved you and you couldn’t get them back. You’d asked me to not send messages concerning politics or religion. I didn’t. I skated around the edges but I abided by your request. That’s one of my problems, doing what is asked. You needed Christ even if you didn’t know it. I should have been relentless in my pursuit of your soul. Your suicide has made me reassess my commitment to the souls of men. I’d say I’m sorry but to who? God I suppose. I am so sorry Father for not putting more value on the souls of men. If you were here Michael I’d tell you what you needed to hear. I love you, God loves you, and you must seek Him while He can be found.