Remembering Jacob Weiskopf – A Personal Post for National Suicide Prevention Week

“Phoebus is dead, ephebe. But Phoebus was a name for something that could never be named…the sun must bear no name, golden flourisher, but be in the difficulty of what it is to be.” – Wallace Stevens

Life at 17 is meant to be so different. You’re young; vibrant; full of life; a whole new world awaits you.

The cute boys and girls awaiting you at college; the adventures you’re going to have in your first car; the experiments in forbidden fruit; the sports you’re going to excel at or the geekdom y...