My son, Patrick, was 25 when he killed himself back in 1995. He was a wonderful
boy and at that time he was a wonderful man. I believe that he suffered from depression from the time he was a small
child but we never really understood what is was or how to help. He didn't understand either, I think, back then. But
we all do, now.
This picture was taken at his brothers wedding. That's Danny on the right. He is a good man, too
and I am blessed to have had two of them.
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