Toby was one of my dearest friends in high school, during a time when friends were few and far between. he was perhaps the most genuine person I have ever met. we had lost touch over the years, but yesterday on a whim, I went ahead and googled him, on what would have coincidentally been his 54th birthday. I learned that he had committed suicide 10 years ago. I stilll can't believe it. not Toby. not my dear friend. how could this have happened? and whatever am I to make of it?
