I didn’t know Trey Pennington, though we’d connected in minor ways via Social Media.
My heart is broken for him, his legacy (still intact if you ask me), his friends and family. I’m sure many of you are wondering why. Some may even be mad at Trey. Please don’t be mad. Remember the good (and there was a lot).
This is not a time for blame. And though this is a time for hurt, there will be a time for healing.
I couldn’t sleep last night. As I continue to read posts and posts upon posts followed by posts and tweets today about this gentle, giving, loving man . . . I am haunted because I am not far removed from such a time in my own life.
- I’m open to the possibility that Trey felt betrayed by some close to him.
- I’m open to the possibility that Trey felt embarrassed, having once shared his soul publicly and not wanting to do it again.
- I’m open to the possibility that Trey desired more than a friend pointing him to an agency or professional help.
- I’m open to the possibility that Trey felt like there was no longer hope to regain whatever he lost.
- I’m open to the possibility that Trey didn’t want you to see him hurt anymore – and he may have felt the hurt would never subside.
I’m open to these possibilities because I was there just two years ago. Doesn’t matter how I got there. And it still hurts, especially after yesterday.
My suggestion, if I may be so bold. Next time someone cries out for help – give them a hug, not a phone number. And stay close at hand. Love them through their hurt.
I was lucky. And I hope I can be a fraction of the person I knew Trey to be, and what I know of him through all I’ve read.
I’m sorry I didn’t know about your hurt, Trey. If I had, I would’ve shared.
To those reading this, please don’t think less of me (or Trey) – I debated for hours whether to write. I did so that some might . . . I don’t know . . . see something, grab onto some understanding. I don’t know. A crushing blow.
I applaud his friends for standing by him and beside him even now after he’s gone. Stay that course. And God bless you for your friendship to Trey.
And to those that were around me during my own time of concern. . . even those that may have turned against me and I’m open to the possibility Trey might also say:
“I apologize. Forgive me, please.”