Friday, September 10th, 2004 • No Comments on Requiem For a Stranger
Someone I never met committed suicide this week. I only knew him through someone else’s words and photography, yet reading about his death made me feel a sense of personal loss. Maybe it’s because words have a way of taking on a life of their own and becoming reality. Maybe it’s because I saw pictures of him and was struck by how beautiful he was. Whatever the reason, he was very real to me.
I wonder if any of us can know the impact we have on others’ lives. I wonder if this man knew there would be strangers thinking of him and mourning his death.
I wonder if it would have made any difference.