One of the things I learned from my sister-in-law is that peanut m&m’s have magical healing qualities. Not for physical ailments of course. You’ll need a dead pope to deal with that sort of thing. Mental and emotional ailments, on the other hand, that’s where a big ol yellow bag of unction comes in handy.
That this is true was proven by the folks keeping vigil around BD when he was laid up. Those nuggets of chocolately peanut sustained the vigil for days on end. When life takes a 30 ought 6 and blows a hole in your soul, peanut M&Ms are like spiritual platelets for a sucking chest wound. I could go for a sack of platelets at the moment.
A child of God left this world yesterday. You might say she chose to, but I’m not sure a person choses to be suicidal. I did not know her for long, but the circumstances under which I did led me to have concern for her before and recrimination for myself now. The latter is, I know, foolish and contrary to the spirit of a person who would think to warn those who would find her to be cautious of the hazard that the means of her end would pose to them. This was not a person who hated the world or those who lived in it. If she did not know then that she is a beloved child of God, I pray that she knows that now. And even as I curse a God that would let this happen, I pray to remember that I am a child too.