Feeling somewhat triumphant about my recent article in the Huffington Post, I sent the link to a close friend and colleague. She wrote back, “I am sorry but I won’t be able to read your article. Although I never met him, Saagar conjures up images of fun and music for me. His final act was selfless and so full of love. For this I can only have total admiration for him. I can only believe that he knew the score and respect him, mental illness or not. It gives me peace. Saagar’s light shines bright. Xxxxx”
I was a bit surprised by this but then, the article doesn’t exactly make for cheerful light reading. That she could know that without reading it was quite remarkable. Was his last act ‘selfless’ and ‘full of love’ or ‘hopeless’ and a result of ’poorly managed illness’? Did he ‘know the score’ or was it a litany of errors that led him to a place where he couldn’t know anything?
Sometimes I feel that by writing about Suicide, Saagar and our story, I am spreading unhappiness. It is important for everyone to hold on to their peace and for me to find mine. On the other hand, it has been said that, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.”