I once asked my parents to meet with me and a psychologist who specialized in counseling people who have lost loved ones to suicide. That meeting was the first and only time that I heard what happened the day that my grandfather died.
My mother found his body; then the media found her. Suicide was then big news in a small town. She ran down the sidewalk toward the photographer, crying, and yelling "Go away!"
"He gave me a sick grin," my mother said, when she told the story.
The business descendants of the people who were at my grandfather's house that day never stop grinning at me.
Copyright L. Kochman, March 25, 2015 @ 6:19 p.m.
