Monday I was in the looney bin for about an hour. Or was it hell?
I am deeply disturbed by what I saw and experienced.
We went to Dallas to the funeral of my first cousin once removed Benjamin Pinnell. He hung himself. He was a cocaine user. He was wealthy from money left to him by my mother's brother...Ben's grandfather...Dr. Harold Younger. There were two hundred people at that funeral and Jim and I estimated that about 75%-90% of them were cocaine users. Some had symptomatic ticks from brain damage and psychological problems so bad it was distracting. One of the speakers had used just before he talked; you could tell. It was an eerie experience. The minister said that Ben was genetically predisposed to self destruction. It was an odd service; no memorial pamphlet, no hymns, no music at all.
Ben's great aunt Edna committed suicide. His grandmother, Hortense (my aunt by marriage) tried to kill herself many times. His mother, Suzanne, is in the process of the world's longest suicide as we speak. She went to bed four years ago and just lies there and drinks wine all day.
Dear Lord what a waste!
Update: Suzanne died in June...just willed herself to die.
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