The Death of Alec Bruno
It’s amazing how many things we take for granted in life. Many of us live a very fortunate and healthy life and don’t even realize it. We don’t stop to realize how blessed we are to have the food we eat or the shelter that covers us. We overlook the relationships we share with those who love and care for us. Only when these relationships are torn apart or these necessities taken away do we realize how much they meant to us. I never gave it much thought about it myself until I was faced with a tragedy myself. Tragedies are often completely unexpected and seemingly unjust. The same was true for me when my close friend, Alec Bruno, died.
For six weeks every summer, for the majority of my youth, I would go to a summer camp in North Carolina. This camp was very important to me as it very much made me the person I am today. I developed relationships and skills that I will always cherish and carry with me. Camp was my escape from life as I was able to spend time with people I cared about that were completely different from my friends and family back at home. Last summer, the summer of 2012, was my last year at camp. I often day dream about it and relive many of the adventures I had at camp. Every year, near the end on the summer, most of the campers exchange contact information so that we can keep in touch throughout the school year. We even give out our addresses so that we can send gifts or cards around the holidays. Getting letters in the mail is always a great feeling but it always seemed even more special when it came from a cam friend. One day I got such a letter addressed to me by the head of the camp, Frank Bell. I expected the letter to be a birthday card or some sort of invitation back next year, but once I read it my optimism quickly turned to sheer shock. The letter was news that one of my camp friends had killed himself just a week ago.
My immediate reaction was to read over the letter a few times to make certain that I wasn’t...
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