There was a time if I viewed a suicide or attempted suicide in a movie, I would be struck with grief. An event like that would bring to mind my son David's suicide so strong, that I could barely stand it.
But time has passed. It is coming on to six years after that terrible day. This morning I watched a movie which showed an attempted suicide in a forest setting. Same kind of setting as David chose for his last moment on Earth. And guess what? I was hardly bothered at all by that movie scene. Wow!
It seems that the passage of time heals even terrible wounds to the soul.