Last year at work, my boss handed me a box of disks, and asked me to go through them on my computer. I had to find a specific picture of a girl. She had killed herself in 2007, and her mother wanted this picture desperately. So I spent hours going through pictures of this girl, unable to find the one picture that we needed.
I’ve never felt worse in my life. Knowing that the mother wanted a piece of her child and we didn’t have it for her. Knowing that the girl laughing in the pictures, only 15, would kill herself in the coming months. It was spooky and unnerving.