It has been ten years. June 2 2016 was the worst day of my life. Has Luke really been gone that long? Where did the time go? How did I make it through this long? It was not easy. My family worried, worried that I might just drive off the road one day. In those early days, weeks and months, and still on days like today I am asked by my loved ones “Are you okay?” I am not without pain and a hole in my heart, but I am “okay.”
Which brings me to the reason why. Depression versus being depressed. I was depressed, but Luke suffered from depression. There is a huge difference. I saw it but did not truly understand it. I did not understand how it affected his daily life and his outlook. And I regret it, not just with Luke but in other situations. That brings me to a situation that occurred about 15 years ago. I was making a court appearance in a neighboring county for a traffic case. I have appeared before hundreds of judges of varying personalities in my 48 years of practice, but this particular, now former judge was probably the worst in terms of how he treated people in his courtroom, both parties and attorneys alike. On this particular day a young man of high school age appeared. He was dressed in a jacket and tie and very polite. However he spoke very softly and the judge asked him to speak up. The young man told the judge he suffered depression. Instead of showing any empathy the judge went into a tirade about how he was depressed and everybody gets depressed. Had I known what I know now I might have stepped up and likely been held in contempt, or at least reported his behavior.
The fact is we are too quick to criticize those with depression as lazy or misfits, when they actually just need understanding and encouragement.
This gets me back to my point about how I made it this long. It was about the love of my family. Shortly after Luke’s death we had a planned family vacation to Gulfport/St. Pete where Luke had eventually planned to live and practice. I did not cancel. We went with children and grandchildren. They were my source of love and hope. It’s the survivors we live for, and they saved my life.
I am happy to say that I am hearing fewer and fewer tragic stories about attorneys with depression so hopefully the bar associations and attorney communities are making a difference, or maybe it is the family support.
I do not know if my depressed state would have ever turned into actual depression but it didn’t. I thank my wife, children, grandchildren and all of you who have listened to my story and shared your thoughts with me.
So when you see that friend or colleague in need, remember to give them a bit of support and hope.