Chapter October 7th, 1969

I was in a terrible state of mind at school today; today being the daythat I came home to find that my father had committed suicide in the garage inthe ’52 Buick.

You can understand my relief when I found the garage empty.

My father arrived home at the usual time and in perfect physical health.I’m not so certain about his mental state though, but I can only guess that itis not very stable.

It would seem that our little chat on March 28, 1969 has done its job. Ifhe can endure through his period of extreme depression, I am sure that he willvery shortly start to feel better about himself again. It just needs time. Theysay that time heals all wounds, and hell, I’m living proof of that.