An important read. Heartbreaking. But important.
If I never write this post, Trevor didn’t die.
That’s how my brain works.
If I just keep finding reasons to stall, then the Trevor of my mind is still alive– sitting on a sofa, smiling a second before his wife laughs. He knows her and he loves her, and in my mind, I tell Dave what I tell him every time we have a couples date with these people. We are so lucky to know them. We are so lucky to be surrounded by people who inspire us.
But Dave isn’t here anymore, and neither is Trevor.
On 04-13-2016, in what must have been a totally impulsive decision whilst wrestling with depression, Trevor killed himself.
Trevor was husband and best friend to Iona– one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met– and father to Dorian– one of the happiest children I’ve ever seen.
Iona is facing disarray, similar…
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