thoma@reed.UUCP (Ann Muir Thomas) (04/16/85)
*** REPLACE THIS LINE WITH YOUR MESSAGE *** From: tektronix!ihnp4!cuuxa!frye Date: 11 Apr 85 07:26:56 CST (Thu) Apparently-To: tektronix!reed!thoma For Marlene We met one beautiful Saturday morning. It was August 23 of Nineteen Eighty. Marlene was a brown-eyed brunette girl. My God, what a beautiful lady! Her hair was so long it hung past her waist. Such a lovely sight to see. I said, "People will wonder where your organ is if you're seen with a monkey like me." But we had such good times she and I. I grew to love my lovely blind date. She finally wanted to move in with me. So I let her. At first we got along great. But the weather grew stormy for the first time when I spoke of marriage and having a kid. Turned out that she was scared of marriage. She feared we'd end up like her folks did. Her folks got divorced when she was young and she got involved with drugs a bit too. There were times that she felt she couldn't run her life. She didn't know what to do. We were together for over four years but I just doubt if marriage would have saved her life. In fact, to the problems she already had, it would add the complication of being my wife. The counselor she was seeing when we first met got transfered and could help her no more. So, the help he had been to her and all the progress they made went right out the door. I could never get her to find anyone else to help her through her crises and fears. And I was little help to her, though I tried. Over this I cried a billion tears. Things don't get better for people like her. In fact, without help, they get much worse. But, I tried. Sometimes I couldn't talk to her, But often I could write her a verse. She got so depressed at times. She cried and could not listen to anyone, even me. Often I could cheer her up with a few lines I would write and leave them for her to see. She was easily loved and I figured out why. There were many reasons but this I tell you sadly, Besides being bright, pretty and smart the fact is she needed love so damned badly. They say the apple don't fall far from the tree. She was afraid of being like her mother. She was scared to raise a family because she was convinced she'd mess it up one way or another. I tried to make her comfortable and told her I cared and that I loved her very very much. And I never forgot all the little stuff like kissing, hugging, and squeezing and such. But her energy finally ran out one day. She decided she couldn't take anymore. So she decided to take her gun and end it all on December Seventh of Ninteen Eighty Four. Thomas R. Frye Hi everyone, it's Ann now. Tom asked me to post this if I liked it. Well, I do. It's a good expression of what one goes through with a suicidal person. Comments to tektronix!reed!thoma will be sent on to Tom, or you can contact him directly (see above for path). Ann Muir Thomas "I'll be mellow when I'm dead!" weird Al via Tony F.