Four Years Ago Today
Four years ago today I spoke to my daughter Rehtaeh for the last time. I picked her up from an appointment on Quinpool Road in Halifax at 9 PM to drive her home.
Along the way we talked about God, the devil, Buddha, forgiveness, jobs, friends, her iPad, her boyfriend, her friends, therapy, university, love, her mom, and her little sisters. You would never know what was going to happen. I never in my worst nightmare thought this was it. She hugged me, told me she loved me, and I watched her walk into her mom’s house for the last time.
The next day I remember thinking I should call her.
I didn’t, and I hate myself for it.
If you need to talk to someone about mental health and suicide, please TALK. If there is someone you need to reach out to and ask if they are okay, right now is the right time.
Most of that drive with Rehtaeh was recorded on my dash camera. It sits in a folder on a hard drive along with every memory of her I could find. I’ve never listened to it, and I doubt I can.