Less than 24 hours ago a young man died.
He was found at 5am 22nd September, hanged.
He was just short of his 19th birthday.
I didn't know him. My daughter did.
I knew of him. I knew of the unhappiness in his life; the unhappiness that only an indignant 17 year old, with a loving family, can describe with loyal outrage at injustice and ill-treatment of a friend less fortunate.
I cannot stop crying. I cannot stop crying...what mother could? How lonely must that poor child have felt? How desperate those last few moment of his life?
His friends are lost, not knowing if they could've done more.
I hope he knew his friends loved him and I hope, Mark, you have found peace.