Today’s the day I think most about Darren. I think about him every so often, when there’s a trigger. But on June 16th I’ll always think of Darren.

It was 2 years ago on a Saturday like any other. The day before Father’s Day. Darren was a Dad and step-dad. Chris reminded him of this, begged him to think of his children, of his girlfriend who was there, helpless, of Father’s Day.

Chris tried to save him, almost jumping to his rescue until I screamed. I have guilt about that sometimes. That I didn’t let Chris jump. But I know that if I had of, there might be more children without their Daddy. More broken hearts. Mine included.

We never made it to the restaurant that night. We walked around and went to Wetherspoons. We weren’t hungry. But life goes on. I guess we were in shock.

Darren came into our lives only briefly. His impact has been huge. He doesn’t even know it. I probably don’t even know it yet. Maybe if he had of realised the impact he had on the world he wouldn’t have done it. I think of where he might have been now, the moments with his children he has missed. The precious gift of life.

Too many people find themselves in a situation where they think they can’t be helped, that they’re worthless, broken.

This needs to stop. No-one is worthless. I couldn’t help Darren. It was too late. But I’d like to help others. I don’t know how. But I will.

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