Remembering Michael: Suicide’s Shadow

I envision the room in which Michael died to have been sunny, quiet, and warm. Early August in Nashville burned the roofs and windows with a fierce intensity — making even the A/C units push against the heat with a sincere feeling of failure. As the A/C blew into Michael’s room, the sweat continued to pour from his face as his nerves were blown past any point of reconciliation. What were his last thoughts? Selfishly, I…