Suicide: means to an end, or the end of all meaning

You are saying to yourself, a subject covered countless times, and in most cases you’d be right, but my stand is unlike the common. The question I pose to you in the confines of this one composition is not the ethical validity of the act of suicide, but rather if it is ethical or not to hate the one who committed the act, even if you loved and respected this person above anyone else? Is it fair to hold a small seed of hate for the one who left you in a lurch even if you know their reasons for doing so? On the one hand the person is out of pain, on the other your world is turned upside down and you’re full of resentment. In the end I suppose it is up to each of us to determine for ourselves but here is my spin on it.
Ever since, I dare say the day I was born, my father was my hero. There seemed to be nothing he couldn’t do, whether it was something as simple as putting together a wagon, or as serious as going down to my school and excusing every senior absence so I coul...