Tonight I cried

The television made me cry tonight, it doesn't happen often, television is quite possibly my least favourite medium. The trash that is often broadcast pollutes the mind and gives bias views to a people that are needy of someone to blame, my opinion anyway. 

But tonight I watched "Michael Portillo - Death of a School friend" on BBC Two, the story of a friend of Michael Portillo who killed himself some 40 years ago whilst they were both still at school - aged just 15 years.

A very talented young man, particularly musically, who appeared to have a very bright future ahead of him. But suffering from what is now known to be depression he killed himself by drinking beer and taking an overdose of sleeping pills. 

What a terrible waste, a sad, sad story told; particularly from the views of his parents and younger brother - the pain never really goes away. His parents never spoke of him for the 40 years since, up until the program was filmed. 

By the end of the program you could tell that speaking and revisiting the past, for his parents in particular, kind of helped them immensely; and when their other son played a piece of music composed by their lost son the father said "I feel very proud of both my sons" - the emotion was raw and intense. 

I cried!

Listening to: "I feel very proud of both my sons" still ringing round my head.