The Gun

This week was decent enough. I was able to avoid the potential plunge into emotional abyss by escaping my parents, whom I joined for some down time at their retirement home. I opted to dog sit for family and was welcomed by a needy canine, an empty house, HDTV, WiFi and food. This reset my decline and not a moment too soon.

They own a gun. A loaded gun. They keep it accessible. Even in their absence.

I could never own a gun. I would kill myself during spells of depression. I am certain of it. I had my chance this week. The thought, occasionally preoccupied my mind. Yet, my desire to die was abated by reason, compassion and sanity.

Grace.