It's Thanksgiving here in Canada. On Thursday, a guy that I served with overseas, decided to drive drunk, and killed himself, the other driver, and the wife of the other driver is still in critical care. The couple was up on holiday from the states. I can't even imagine what their family is going through. Not to mention his. He has two girls himself. His ex-wife, (who I also served with) lost her current husband overseas last year. So, she and her daughters are now going through loss again, as they remained very close. I haven't seen him in a couple of years, since I got posted from that base, but he was such an amazing guy, always smiling, laughing and joking. In fact, I always called him Sunshine because of that, and the fact that he was blond, tanned and looked like he belonged in a surfing ad, lol.
Sunshine also suffered from PTSD. I guess in the past little while he took a turn for the worse. He was under the same program that I am, and it makes me so angry, because he had all the resources right at his fingertips to get the help that he needed. I'm so torn, on one hand I'm so angry with him, what a senseless waste of life, and senseless grief that he has caused the other family, his family, and our military family. On the other, I know the torment he went through and I feel badly for him. But that does not, in any way, excuse his behaviour and fatal decision. How do we make sense of it all when something like this happens? Or how do we let go of trying to?
APROUD CANADIANveteranButNOTa doctor, my thoughts are my own