I'm way out of my comfort zone here. As public of a life as I lead, my
private thoughts have always remained private. Itís what has taken me so
long to embrace blogging.
But the suicide death of Bill Heywood and his wife Susan has, in the
last 48 hours, begun a continuous and painful conversation with so many
of my colleagues and friends who have all felt the need to collectively
seek answers to the ďwhy?Ē Weíve all been looking for a tiny thread of
reason or understanding that could ease our pain. Those are two things
that suicide will never do for survivors. It will never give us acceptable answers to our questions or fill the
emptiness because of the story with a terribly sad ending.