I knew Matt. Lost touch with him at least 15 years ago, but he was a member of our former parish. His son was an altar boy at our wedding. I heard vaguely that Matt had hit a rough patch--but not this rough.
And he just took his life in horrific fashion. Fortunately, no one else was hurt.
I can't believe the guy I knew would knowingly decide to take people with him.
I refuse to believe that.
But I could be wrong. Depression is a mental prison that teaches its inmates all the wrong lessons.
May God have mercy and grant his troubled soul peace.
[Update: his son is pushing back hard against the claims of depression and suicide. I fervently hope he is correct on all counts. Here is hoping that the investigation is thorough.]
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