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Music of Methone7/15/2023 I met Methone (f) on an online dating site. From the first time I met her I knew she was a reborn (a soul born too early or at the wrong time). What I did not know was that our friendship would be one of her last.
She was living in a townhouse with her two young children, a girl and a boy, a few blocks from her parents in our small town. I don't remember what health concerns her daughter had but she had to go to another town for tests and since I had a car I offered to take them. This was significant because it was the only time I heard Methone sing. She could sing like Amy Lee from Evanescence and demonstrated during our trip. And I mean just like Amy Lee. You know how people sing along with music, well you could stop the music and it sounded like you were still listening to Amy. Methone knew she was a great singer but I think she lacked the confidence to do it as often as she should have. We didn't go out for long though, and she claimed that her mother didn't accept our differences of religion. I later discovered that our differences weren't that significant but I could tell that we weren't really compatible. I don't remember how I heard but I was told that she had been founde deceased in her parents kitchen. She had taken her own life. I met her parents in the store, a few months later, and her mother repeated what Methone had said, that she's appreciated my friendship and helping with her daughter's medical trips. My first real work experience with suicide would be my cousin Enceladus (m). He went out west to find work and ended up in a mental health facility in Alberta. He was always left out of things. When I would visit I'd play with his older sister. When their mom remarried into a larger family he was still the "younger brother" (cousin) and not really in the circle with the older kids. I don't even remember when he went out west or how he ended up where he did. Since several people in my family suffered from mental health issues (depression, anxiety, etc) it's not surprising he ended up where he did. I remember my aunt saying his suicide was ruled an accident. He hung himself but he probably didn't expect the drop ceiling to bear his weight. It did. He was 22 when he died, I was 28.
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