And I find myself googling for knowledge on the right things to say and do for someone who has been admitted for depression.
My family member I mentioned awhile back asked to be taken to the hospital.
He's in a new facility that is barely open.
As I type this, my eyes focused behind my laptop and settled on a black and white photograph of him taken nearly fifty years ago. He's in love and holding his sweetheart.
When I think of him, I only see him laughing... laughing so hard I can see the silver in his mouth.
I can hear his voice... with his strong and passionate opinion, something I've always valued, one because he's the only other democrat I know in our family.
I wish I could make all of this ago away.
I wish there was something I could say or do to help. It's such a complex and difficult thing to understand. I do believe this is not his fault.