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One of my best friends growing up hung himself this past spring. 2 weeks after his 32nd birthday. I still think about him everyday. Even though I lived in Atlanta and him in Florida we still spoke often and I visited every year or so. He had lost both his Mom and Dad the same month a few years ago and he hadn't been the same since. The funeral was one of the saddest things I've ever been to. The only thing I kept telling myself was, if he was hurting bad enough to kill himself then the pain had gone away and he was in a better place where ever that may be.
R.I.P. James "Jimbo" Sweazy.
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