At What Price

Today, I am going to a viewing of a former grade school classmate. It is believed that his death was a suicide. What's ironic is I had been thinking about him just last week, possibly even on the day he died. I remember how he was such a nice, quiet boy. He really helped me out of a depression I had in junior high, when I was trying to decide how important one life is when viewed from the universe inward. I only wish that I would have kept contact with him outside of grade school/high school. If he had someone to talk to when he was feeling hopeless, maybe things would have been different. I really would have liked to have known the man he had become.