I have stood at the bridge rail and considered the gulf that lies beyond it more than once in my life. There have been times when that seemed to be the only viable alternative to the pain.

But I am still here.

Kendall is right, you have to get out and do something, anything. Get out among people and talk with them, sing with them and feel with them. Reading through this thread seems to put my own pain, of this year and of previous uears in perspective. None of my loved ones have died recently. My children are healthy and getting on with their lives. I am not mortal enemies with anyone (that I know of). I will someday be in love again. I have the Mudcat.

I should be happy. Maybe that is in my future too. If I cross the bridge rail I will never know.