Friday, December 16, 2011
Let the Honey Soak Through
“Place a beehive on my grave and let the honey soak through, when I am dead and gone that's what I want from you. The streets of heaven and gold and sunny, but I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave and let the honey soak through.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
I had heard the news that a young man from an area town had died. I hadn't heard his full name until yesterday morning. I hadn't heard that he had committed suicide until that moment.
When I connected the dots, I realized he had been a student in one of my first classes. I felt like I had been punched in the gut.
I had remembered his smile and how we talked about his family's honey business. Jason was into bees, too. We had a lot to talk about.
It's a nightmare to think he would take his own life. He was twenty-one years old - a bright, beautiful boy- a charmer. His girlfriend broke up with him. I suppose he felt as though his over.
Oh beautiful boy, you would have made an excellant man.