He was the class clown, the life of the party. The one who always had a joke and a cheeky grin.

I am not sure for how long that persona disguised his concerns.

But I do know that even once he opened up to those closest to him, he did not want to seek any type of help.

I’ll never know why.

His dad passed away earlier this year.

I’ll never know if losing his dad was a factor.

He had a wife, and children. A brother, a mother. He had friends. He had family.

Did he know he also had me?

I’ll never know.