Sean Connor wrote:

I beg your indulgence for this piece of spam, but...

My father has long suffered from clinical depression.  He had tried more
kinds of medication than can be counted, but nothing quite stopped the pain.
Yesterday, he finally found something that did: carbon monoxide from the
farm machinery that he loved.

Wherever he went, may he find the peace of mind that he never found here.

    He will, as long as the lingering pain in your own hearts doesn't grow to be
reborn again. Your father died of an illness, less understood then AIDS and just
as deadly. In the final moments though, he knew peace. If you need to talk, I'm
here for you. Maybe I can answer a few questions, both as a survivor of multiple
attempts and as someone who has lost friends to the same. And I extend that out
to everyone on the FFML.