Every Spring, when the Utah snow has melted and the days
have become more sunny than stormy, something happens to my heart as I notice
the flowers in my gardens begin to bloom and the trees along the streets of my
home town explode into a cascade of pink and white blossoms. It's as if a
silent alarm goes off somewhere deep inside and a pressure begins to build in
my chest. Before I know it, the most random thought or a familiar song
can bring tears to my eyes or maybe the sight of the beautiful blossoms on
those trees will open the flood gates and I'll cry until the pressure
disappears for awhile. It happens this way every year because the sights
and smells of Spring take me back to a sunny day in April when my 15 year old
son, Troy, decided to create a permanent solution to a temporary problem and
took his own life
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