Rest in Peace, Uncle Tristan

My namesake, my great-uncle Tristan, died this morning. He was diagnosed with an incurable cancer recently, and I guess he didn't want to drag the last year or so of his life out with treatments and therapies and hospital stays.

My understanding is that this morning, he told his wife he loved her very much, and when she was in the shower, went into the back yard and shot himself.

I do not begrudge him his choice, but I sorrow for those left behind who hurt in his stead.

I hope you have found peace, Tristan. Maybe someday soon I'll get a chance to read your book.