It's fascinating; I work at home and have a cable connection. I spend more time online than watching TV these days. So I when heard about Elliot Smith's suicide online last week I just typed in exactly what I felt about it at the moment while listening to Needle in the Hay in iTunes. I really appreciate the immediacy of technology sometimes...
Having lived through my brother Bill committing suicide in 1995 I know unerringly, precisely, what's that like: to have to continue with your life even though there is now a huge part missing from it. I feel exceptionally bad for the family and friends of Elliot. They are the ones that have to keep living with his loss. The massive hole he’s left in their lives. Suicide really does suck. It sucks on a daily basis.
Since that post I've gotten a lot more comments on that entry than anything else I've ever blogged about. Most of them heartfelt and somber. Some of them angry. Some of them down right abusive.
It’s been my experience that everyone deals with death in his or her own way. I've had friends and relatives die and it's always like that. Everybody dealing in their own way.
I've received a couple emails asking me to take off some of the negative comments but I'm not going to. I'm just dealing (like everybody else) with another messed up fact of life. I feel like they should be allowed to do the same.