Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a lunch and took a walk with a friend yesterday, and naturally we wandered into a bookstore.  We are both avid readers.  I picked up David Sedaris' new book of essays - "Calypso".  I had begun a mystery, but one sentence into "Calypso" and I was hooked.  Several sentences later I was laughing, and soon tears were rolling down my face.  What a gift he has of being the butt of his own jokes, and seeing himself clearly yet compassionately.  And then I got to the part about the suicide of his sister Tiffany, and I felt like a dear friend was expressing my own mixture of shock, disbelief, confusion, and gory details that no sister or brother wants to know.  Hard to process?  Impossible, actually.  He spoke for me during the crazy time I flew to Texas, saw the splash zone in the hallway of my brother's house where he shot himself in the head.  Sedaris discovers from a sister that Tiffany was found with a plastic bag over her head, so not only had she taken pills, but suffocated herself for good measure.  This is haunting stuff, but I'm grateful he had a brother, three sisters and his dad there.  I lost my only sibling, so speculation and apartness is all I'm left with.  No, that's not quite right.  Now I've got Sedaris' book.