"Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness."
Gene Fowler - Skyland
Around 5:00pm yesterday afternoon I walked into Dick Mack's Pub where I met old friends Jay, Oliver and Geraldine. For the next four hours we drank Guinness, swapped stories, joked and laughed. And they updated me on all the local gossip. Jay introduced me to a local doctor and when I told him that I forgot my blood pressure medication, he wrote me a prescription for hydrochlorothiazide. I had a great time, was relaxed and funny - the best since I met Robin at Saint Leo.
At 9:00pm I said goodnight and left the pub drunk and tired. When I stepped outside I was immediately hit with an overwhelming sense of dread, fear seized me as did anxiety, depression and despair. At that moment I wanted to die, to die then and there. If I had the means, a gun, a rope or a bridge to jump off - …