Disconnect
Jun. 24th, 2005 04:44 pmYesterday, my Aunt Grace wasn't feeling well. My mom, her sister, took her to the hospital to get checked out. My sister and brother in law drove Dad home to get changed, and thence to meet them at the hospital. But when they arrived at the house, they found most of the block covered in police tape. The cops were somewhat reticent: all they would say was someone committed suicide in the small Graduate Hospital residents' parking lot beside my parents' house.
My mother just told me our long-time neighbour saw the whole thing: a man drove up Naudain street in a van, stopped on the corner, jumped out, ran into the parking lot, and shot himself twice.
My death phobia and I are, to put it mildly, a little freaked out.
Aunt Grace, on the other hand, is fine.
My mother just told me our long-time neighbour saw the whole thing: a man drove up Naudain street in a van, stopped on the corner, jumped out, ran into the parking lot, and shot himself twice.
My death phobia and I are, to put it mildly, a little freaked out.
Aunt Grace, on the other hand, is fine.