Suicide. It’s a choice that cannot be changed. My husband of eight years took his life 22 years ago today. Let’s see, that’s 264 months. And I couldn’t even begin to count the days. It seems so long ago, yet, it feels just like it was yesterday.
Robert Evans Pollock was a dreamy guy. Handsome. Fit. Full of life and had so much love to give. I was one lucky girl to have been set up on a blind date with him. It was August 6, 1986. And I fell head over heels for the man with the kind eyes, hot bod, and a brilliant creative mind. Did I say hot bod? Lol. Well, I was in my 20’s after all. One year and one month later we were married. I was one of the happiest girls around.