Suffering A Great Loss

Dear followers
Writing this blog today is really hard. On Monday morning I got a call from one of my closest friends that her beautiful, kind and most loving 16 year old son had committed suicide on Sunday night. This is a young man that I have known since birth, that I have loved and admired for his kindness, his loving personality, his love and curiosity for learning, for his love of music of books and games, for his friends, and for the beautiful and loving relationship he had with his parents and sister. This is the boy that you think is headed for everything wonderful that life has to offer.
And yet, he did not feel that. And somewhere in a very private place in his soul, was a dark and deep hole of self doubt and loneliness. A place he had recently shared with parents and friends and a therapist, and for which he was being supported.  But for a reason that no one can explain and understand, in a moment, came to feel that it was too much to bear.
Being with my friends over the last few days have been the most painful I have ever experienced. There is no comfort for their pain, no answers for their questions. I have never in my life felt so helpless.
Our boys need our help. This is the 4th suicide of a boy I have heard about in the last month.  They don't seem to have the language, and the ability to reach out and express how deeply hurting they may be.They show the world their competent and most perfect selves, but save their most insecure feelings and feelings of loneliness and fear for their secret selves. As a collective we must figure out how to teach our boys from their earliest moments on earth how to identify, express and get comfort from those moments of darkness, that we all suffer from time to time.
I love my dear young man, and I will miss him so very much.