growing up, my parents didn't have a lot of friends. i mean, sure they knew lots of people through church and work, but there weren't many that they socialized with. Ed and Nancy were a couple that my parents met when i was two years old and hit it off immediately from what i've heard. both couples ended up having three kids roughly the same ages. my dad and Ed were in business together at least two times that i remember. we had family sleep overs often, where one family would descend upon the home of the other, the kids would take off and surface just for meals and the parents would play Whist until 3 AM. almost all of the New Year's Eves (my mom's birthday) i can remember were spent this way. in the tapestry that makes up my childhood memories, this family is one of the big threads, a constant running all through it.
and now i've just received an email from my brother telling me that Ed committed suicide. i'm just in shock and disbelief. i don't even know what more to write. this, on top of my parent's recent divorce just makes a mess out of so many memories for me.