My Independence Day holiday wasn't too pleasant.
I lost a lifelong friend.
He apparently was troubled by something and depression got the best of him.
He no longer lived locally and we hadn't spoken in a long time.
But, according to his family, he was having good days and bad days like all of us.
However, his bad days were much worse than anybody knew.
Eventually, he did the unthinkable.
I'm sick over the loss. It was unnecessary. I wish I could've done something to prevent it.