Things have gone fine and their relationship has gotten ever more serious, despite R.'s reluctance; her emotions simply could not be ignored in how she felt for N. Then, out of the blue, three weeks ago, R. received a phone call that her uncle had committed suicide with a gun. She went back home to eastern Kentucky where her uncle lived to be with her family and they buried him on a Friday. She came home for the weekend to come back to work, then on Monday, returned to Campton, KY for another brief visit and moral support. After returning home Monday night, she received a phone call: her other uncle (the brother of the previous uncle) had just taken his life by slitting his own throat. She had just visited with him that afternoon.
When I saw her last weekend she was a mess: having lost two uncles in such gruesome manners within a few days of each other. Doctors had prescribed her antidepressants to help with the emotional distress and pain. She was in a daze, trying to make sense of things and not finding many answers.
Two days ago, N. was sentenced to 10 years in the state penetentiary.
I love her so much and would give anything to be able to carry some of it for her. Watching her in so much pain is unbearable. It's not fair that one person is dealt so much at one time.
