At the museum, a fine gent by the name of Bill was the go to go guy for various projects, build it, fix it , what ever, he did it. Handy man was Bill. We'd shoot the shit for a while talking life, and stuff. I was not his close bud, but we always had some good talks. I don't know if he was a vet or not as we never discussed it. The tactical beard, tats, etc suggested he was a vet of some type, but I could be wrong. On another job he'd gotten injured, broke stuff and could not work for some months. Wife decides that the time to take his kid and sue for full custody and so forth.
He was known to like his drink.
At the annual muster I saw in him in his wheel chair sitting on his own, so I stopped by and had a long chat. I could see things were not right, and I did my best to reach out to him. Gave him my card, told him anytime wanted to meet up, talk about chit, etc, drop me a line and I meant it.
A few days before X mass, put a gun in his mouth, and gone. Had a lot of people die on me, and that's no BS. Not taking this one any better or worse than the others, but dude had plenty ahead of him, yet obviously could not see it. ****.
Just venting all, but I wish he'd called me. I'd have smacked him about the head with a no bullshitter as i had some yeas on him that things, no matter how dark they look now, can and do improve and if you check out like that your pain may end, but those you cared about, it just begins....Would not be the first, and I hope will not be the last dude I reach out to to help them get through another day. NO BS, any of you idiots ever have such thoughts, you PM me, and I'll be there. Been through a some stuff myself, so aint one mother f-ing thing you could say that would surprise me.
In memoriam, gonna drink something strong, play some tunes, and hope he has wind behind his sails on his journey to Valhalla.
RIP Bill.
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