I didn’t know about his suffering. He was always full of humour, with a joke ready to make us laugh. He was kind and gentle. He was our rock… Until he wasn’t. We didn’t know about his suffering. We were not aware. It must have cost him such an enormous amount of energy and effort to keep his secret, to act as if all was well, as if he was okay. But he wasn’t. He didn’t tell us. He didn’t tell anybody about the depth of his despair. Now he has gone, I’m honouring his life, I’m remembering the good times, I’m sad that there’s not going to be anymore memories that we can create together. Even the strongest men may be vulnerable. Let’s look at each other and ask “Are you OK?” “ Are you really OK?”
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