Making Sense of a Friend’s Suicide

Sorrowing Old Man (At Eternity’s Gate) by Vincent van Gogh.

My friend Conrad called me with the news. Kevin followed through on his threat. He woke early on a Sunday, delivered his mastiff Holly to his ex-wife’s house, drove to the Los Angeles VA cemetery, parked his car beside the Civil War monument, placed a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. He was 68.

The news was shocking, but then again it wasn’t. Kevin hinted about his plans for years. He had a…