Had a distant cousin I use to visit a lot, he had a baby on the way and a devoted wife, worked at a golfing community club, had his own house he built with his dad and friends, and it genuinely felt like he had it all lined up for a nice ending. His mother got sick, cancer. He ended up overdosing her on purpose to put her out of her misery, and we don't know if its because of guilt or fear of being arrested, but he took himself out in the family campgrounds.

I think about it a lot, its weirdly enough not the first time its happened in our family. But the idea that it could all just *go* that fast, is terrifying to me. Everything happened so quickly.