This is not a typical post for me. And the soap delivered today represents something far greater than a morning shave.
Suicide is not something most of us think about regularly. That is, until we encounter it first hand. One of my best friends ended his own life a little over two years ago. We met in the dorms in college, and he was one of the 4 guys I consider to be my very best friends. The 5 of us texted on a group chat multiple times per day. We spent Memorial Day weekend together, "Bromorial Day" we named it. He was a die-hard White Sox fan just like me. He stood up in my wedding. There were no other guys I was closer with than our group of 5.
And then, seemingly out of no where, I got a call while having dinner with my wife at Chili's. A call from another one of the guys in our group. He could barely speak as he told me what he was just told by our friend's sister : our friend had shot himself. I couldn't process it. We had just gone to "Sox Fest," the annual White Sox fan convention a few weeks prior. He was just messaging with us a couple of days ago. My mind couldn't wrap itself around the idea that not only was he gone, he was gone because he decided life was no longer worth living. His funeral was the toughest day of my life.
In the 18 months since, not a day goes by where I don't think about him. There is no way to make sense of what happened. He was hurting, and he never let it show. Never confided with any of us that he was battling some type of internal demons that we still can't comprehend. Was it that he felt he couldn't talk to any of us about it? Not a week goes by where I don't grapple with the "what if's" and question what signs we missed or ignored.
That is why this shave project from A&E and TRC means so much. It is so important to remember that all of us are truly Never Alone.