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Why Do Things Like This Happen?
by Walt Hardester → (All Poetry by Walt Hardester)
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This story tears my heart apart because this young man and I were friends.
Please visit the link and click on the obituary tab so you'll understand our grief.


http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Raitis-Headrick&lc=7127&pid=150615140&mid=4650595&locale=en_US


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Tormented by Demons so real.
A young man only twenty four,
With a very succinct and concious decision,
Plotted his own demise with such precision.

I knew this man I thought,
Many a glass we’d raised in mirth.
I never imagined he would take himself,
From friends and family,
Here on this earth.

A perfectionist, yes.
An achiever driven to be perfect, yes.
By what force we may never know.
But in the end,
It came down to himself.

©2011 Walt Hardester

         

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 Reviews of "Why Do Things Like This Happen?"
Reviewed by Denise Headrick (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2011
And if he only knew he was perfect.

Reviewed by Sheila Roy
Reviewed on May 22, 2011
I'm sorry for this tragedy, Walt. Thank you for sharing from the heart. Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
Reviewed on May 3, 2011
Its Simple Words To Word Of Satan Devil His Demons:

Say: Satan Be Gone...

... Evil Be Gone...

Surly He They Get In They Can Be Gone In Same...

Sad: You We All Eventually Die -DEATH Is Inevitable So Why Hurry It Up?

Credit Illuminating Write...

TRASK...

Reviewed by Jon Willey
Reviewed on May 3, 2011
Walt, no matter how long or intently we agonize over such circumstances. We never find an adequate answer. No reason that fulfills our sense of logic. Tragic. So inadequate, but that is all I can offer my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
Reviewed on May 2, 2011
Sometimes we can never truly know what causes ppl to make these kind of decisions, and that is the hardest part of it all! It is more tragic to those left behind, left to forever wonder..
Well written in light of this situation.
Ch'erie

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
Reviewed on May 2, 2011
Having loved someone very close to me through depression for too many years to count....I feel the pain in your words, Walt....

Anna

Reviewed by Rose Rideout
Reviewed on May 2, 2011
So sad Walt.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
I couldn't upload the link, sad news. why we will never know. My first cousin and his wife lost their 16 year old granddaughter as a result of a truck rolling twice with four passengers. Their granddaughter was the only one who lost her life. She was so young and full of life who left this world in a flash. Take care Walt.......Ron

Reviewed by Andy Turner
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
Oh heck. The modern world has gone too far. Bloody shame.

Reviewed by Felix Perry
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
Sadly depression and mental illness rob all too many of loved ones and family that they cherish. All too often signs are either dismissed, not seen or regretably even ignored. I am sorry for your loss my friend...
fee

Reviewed on May 1, 2011
I can understand your grief as I lost my brother the same way. The questions still remain but time has healed the pain.

Reviewed by Linda Hill
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
Walt,
We never know the demons that are going on in another person's mind. So so sad, he was so young with his whole life in front of him. Its helpless feeling when someone takes their own life. God bless you.

Blessings,
~Linda

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
such a tragedy, sad

Reviewed by Mr. Ed
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
So tragically sad.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack
Reviewed on April 30, 2011
Freakin' A, way TOO young to be capping himself...one never knows what goes on in others minds...my condolances to you & his family...e


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