Tuesday, April 02, 2013
I am fortunate/unfortunate enough to live in a small neighborhood that is a very tight-knit community. The houses in this neighborhood are too close together for comfort at times. I know nearly all of the neighbors by name, and because of how close together the houses are, I know quite a bit about their lives, as well.
This is a primarily low-income neighborhood, but you can't beat the sense of community in here. When times are good and bad, my neighbors are there.
Unfortunately, everyone's in a bit of mourning right now. A boy that used to live here took his life. It's just so tragic. He was only 13 years old. Unlike most of the other young teen boys in this neighborhood, he was such a great kid. I can't think of any complaints that anyone had about him. He was very athletic and loved animals, especially our guinea pig, Coco.
My kids are much younger than him, so we didn't know him well. As a stay-at-home mom, I know most of the kids in here pretty well. I don't want to speak out of turn, but his life was pretty rough here. I had hoped when he moved that his life would be better. He was so full of potential and I wish that he had reached out to someone before it was too late.
My kids have heard the other neighbor kids talking about it and I'm doing my best to answer their questions. It's hard to explain bullying and suicide to a 4 year old and 6 year old.