This was my thread originally... jntar deleted my posts...
But yeah, the ******* thread made me think of this.
I'll give y'all a quick synopsis of what happened. He had been slightly depressed and seeing a therapist for a while, and after a while, the therapist decided that he needed to be put on antidepressants (forget what kind). Anyhow, for the first couple weeks, Crockett started acting strange.... insomnia, incoherence, isolation and at times, he would just wander off aimlessly in the middle of the night. The therapist reassured his parents that it was just his body adapting to the medication, so he stayed on it. About three weeks after being put on medication, he shot himself in the head with a 12-gauge.
Crockett is a dude I've known since before I can remember. He was friggin brilliant. He did underwater robotics, and won national competitions, even though he was only a sophomore in high school. Whenever he got a crazy idea, he built it. He was wreckless and carefree. He loved to laugh and mess around. His mom and dad were loving and caring, and they always loved it when his friends were over. He had lots of friends. At his funeral, the church was overfilled. The sanctuary and fellowship hall were both filled beyond capacity. The pastor said there were over 900 people there.
It's been almost a year, now. I miss him. his friends miss him. His parents miss him more than I can describe. His dad, especially, since Crockett was his best friend. They hunted, fished and built things together. They had a very close bond. His mother was destroyed, too. I saw them a couple weeks ago, though, and they are doing... alright. They still can't go an hour without thinking of Crockett, but they rarely become hysterical. I call them every week or two just to tell them they've been on my prayers.
