Bad Things Happen to Good People
I got the call on saturday night. The deed was done on friday night. Some say it’s not but it caught me completely unprepared. ‘Assaf? Assaf Glass? You’re not, by any chance talking about some other Assaf who isn’t one of the goofiest, helpful, smiling people I’ve ever met? It must be. The Assaf I know would never kill himself.’ That was the response I should have had. The one I really had was one that could be shortened to a simple ‘OMG WTF You’re kidding me’. I lost an Assaf already. Losing a friend a second time isn’t easier. It’s harder. I knew this one better. He was a smart guy. Smart guys don’t kill themselves. They know better, right? They know it’s the chicken’s way out. They know the grief they would cause their loved ones. He must have known, were something like this to happen, that his father would cry through the funeral with out stopping and that his mother would refuse to let him go and blame herself. An intelligent, caring guy like that would never do that to his family and friends, right? It doesn’t make sense. I don’t believe he killed himself. It just pisses me off. I buried a friend today. I was thinking about how things would look when he and all the other kids from ‘Psagot’ would go to the IAI or Rafael or Elbit and I would go look for a job. And now I have to delete him from Continue Reading →
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