The more I realize that my family, gf and friends will eventually get over my suicide, the easier it becomes Yesterday, I found myself in a cemetery. I don't know why I was there but I was standing among the worn headstones, withered flowers and temporary markers What occured to me most was how all these beloved dead ones' significant others had probably already started new lives without them. Yes, at first there must have been a lot of tears spent and terrible feelings of loss After a period of grieving, however, they must have woken up some day and sensibly announced to themselves, 'He's gone. What's the use of my tears and sadness now?' So they return to work, smiling, perhaps meeting somebody else with whom they will fall in love with, marry, have children, divorce etc The poor bod in the sod, meanwhile, is no more, and all the charm has gone. Eventually, everyone forgets he is there so no one comes to tend his grave There is a undoubtedly a similar story for every one of those stones. What matters is what difference will it make if I die now or sixty years from now? I'm fated to die like a dog that is soon forgotten!