Two in one day

So, my first love committed suicide a few years ago. I was already married with two children, but it still hurt me really bad. It still hurts. We were friends when we were broken up. We were broken up more than we were together. I moved away without telling him, thinking that it was better for my heart. I always knew that somehow, sometime, someway, he would be back in my life. Then I found out that he died, he was still in South Carolina and I was in California. I wasn't able to go home for the funeral and I still have a hard time believing that he's not in this world anymore. I don't think about him as much as I used to, but his birthday would have been a few days ago. Anyway, I keep up with www.postsecret.com It's where strangers send in secrets via postcard and they're posted new every Sunday. I go there this morning and there is a card there that says "You think I'm dead. It breaks my heart. But it's for your own good." That's wierd. I know that there is no way in hell that it's him, but someone out there is missing someone for no good reason, and it breaks my heart for them. RIP Joe.