An all-too-obvious act of suicide.

I know someone. With diabetes. And she’s committing suicide. Slowly. It may take another five or six years. She eats  too  much. Exercises too little. She’s obese. But also a lovely human being. I wish she’d choose to live. To savor the real meaningful stuff of life. Instead, she gorges herself. On food.  Tells me she’s enjoying life. But I suspect otherwise.  Because she knows. That she’s on a deadly path. No, she isn’t in love with life. Only pretends. To be happy. Of course, she could turn things around. If she faced the truth. And  truly fell in love. With life.  She’s a friend. And I’m remiss. In not doing something constructive about it. Instead, I watch.  An all-too-obvious act of suicide.  –Jim Broede