Tribute to the (as yet unknown) suicide victim

..... apparently, somebody chucked themselves under a train between Derby and Long Eaton this afternoon. Rest now, my friend, whoever you were. Rest. I wish you had recognised the one person to talk to, to remind you that the black dog passes, that night is followed by morning. That spring follows winter. Rest in peace, sweet person. No more will you hurt; never again will you smell the dawn of the brand new day that brings hope and, with it, life, in all of its fragrant trauma. For in everything, we learn and grow. Our tears make seedlings of new life and adventure. In life we can neither say never or forever, but in death there is no uncertainty. It is forever. In the certainty of death, there will never be foolish optimism.