I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
I was told in shift report that she was “pleasantly confused.” Because I know these patients always need an extra careful eye, I went to her room first as I began my day.