Thank you! This isn't fiction and the only made-up part is that Randy's real name wasn't Randy. The way he ended his life was so strange. The only thing I can think, since I wasn't there, was that he had weighted himself down somehow, that he wouldn't be able to remove, because IMO, even if one wants to die, I think our natural will for survival would force us to the surface to breathe in some air.
I was a bit concerned once at another, earlier time when we were little, and I was looking for him, and I got near where he happened to be and I heard him talking to himself, crying and saying things like, "Just wait... I'll show her," which I thought must've been a referral to his mother. His dad was a jolly guy who never got mad, but his mom was a real meanie.
His death, some said, had to do with the fact his wife (who I never met) had left him. I think his life was really troubled somehow by the way things were in his home life growing up.
Reading it, felt like sitting down and someone recounting a memory to me. That is some real food for thought. I feel like there is a certain degree of will power and acceptance, you have to really want it to go through with it to be able to. Even just walking into the water like that. (In a way part of me feels like if someone wants out that badly, does anyone have a right to stop them, to make them keep suffering? It's a hard thing because for most people time could've made all the difference. But that's me getting side tracked.)
It sounds like he didn't have it easy, kids needs to be able to count on their parents. Sadly i guess its probably the case for plenty of people, lives shaped, or twisted, by how things were at home.
This is more impressive for being true, to be able to recount it like this, in the sentence structure, only able to include so much.