Jerome Reilly: Even in the darkest hour we have to believe help is at hand
THE death of the beautiful young woman is always desperately sad. When it is by her own hand, the pain is doubly felt by her family, by those who loved her and by her friends.
They are left behind, wondering if there was something they could have done.
Why didn't they know the person they loved and cherished had descended into the abyss?
Those are questions to which they will never find answers.
They are questions that leave a legacy of pain and hurt and, yes, even anger.
And perhaps it was with that in mind that Lucy Stack wrote notes to her mother Denise, her sister Jessie, brother Nick, husband Fozzy and her wide circle of friends before she took her own life.
Unusually, one of those notes was read from the altar as she was laid to rest yesterday.
And what is clear is that she was in a dark place but kept her pain secret.
She penned the note, read at her funeral by her husband Fozzy, the day before she died.
"Sadly, this is just my fate. I know it is selfish and cowardly but for me it is my only option.
"I can't face this world any longer. I'm just not strong enough.
"Too much has happened."
Only those who loved her can say if the final letters offered any consolation.
Lucy wrote: "No call could have changed this, no chats over wine." For those who loved her, life will never be the same again.
But there is help out there for those grappling with the crushing burden of despair.
There is consolation and there are solutions.