Dear Aaron,
I don't know you, or your life. And I will be honest-when I heard it was you, and not my friend of a similar description, I felt relief before anything else.
I understand the feelings you must have had last night. You felt like you were going nowhere, you felt alone. You were on the ledge, and you thought no one would pull you back. You were wrong, honey. I know because I gathered with everyone else at noon in the square. I've never seen so large a crowd together in such a silence. There wasn't a single voice. Not a single voice.
I doubt you were religious. Even so, the prayer was lovely. I've noticed that in Chestertown, there seems to be an agreement between the religious establishments that in times of tragedy, faith leaders can speak for the entire religious community. The solidarity is nice. I don't know how much of Chestertown you ever got to see.
I guess I don't have much else to say. You'll be missed. I hope anyone who is having suicidal thoughts can see what's going on now and how people are feeling, and decide to talk to someone. I hope friends are holding tighter to each other, and the kids call their parents a little more often.
In time, your friends will become accustomed to your absence, though they'll still wonder where they were at 6pm last night. Some of them were just across the hall. They'll fall asleep without crying, be able to share stories of you without summoning a raincloud. They'll be ok, but they won't ever forget you.
With so much love,
Cass.
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