Two Brothers

What I have to say here isn't funny, it's grim. These cute littls boys grew up.
The younger one, my uncle gave the older one, my dad a very pretty handgun for his birthday one year.

My dad had this gun a very, very long time. It was always kept in his sock drawer. The ammunition- I don't know where. The gun was so pretty, in fact, that my brothers and I used to sneak peeks of it. I'm pretty sure we even handled it.

Sadly, what came to pass with that gun was not pretty at all.

On November 8, 1988, Election day, my dad shot himself with that pistol.

Chose that day because he was pretty sure the headline, MAN FOUND DEAD wouldn't make the front page because national events were more important.

He was right.

The headline was on the obituary page.

The last time I saw that gun it was wrapped in a velvet cloth.

I brought all the leftover 44 ammo to the police department.

One more surreal experience.

Something my uncle has to live with.

Sadly, for the rest of his life.

Another reason I think suicide is selfish.