My sister calls two days before Christmas, “Our brother is gone… he died by suicide.”
Twenty-four years old, A graduate student. He had missed the deadline to submit his thesis.
First day of class, I look into the eyes of the graduate students I teach, Twenty-four years old.
And I pray they know their worth.
Twenty-Four, Literature by Katherine A. Franklin, PT, DPT, PhD(c)
Katherine A. Franklin, PT, DPT, PhD(c)
Clinical Assistant Professor,
Department of Physical Therapy and Athletic Training
If you or anyone you know is struggling, please know that help is available 24/7. Visit 988lifeline.org or call/text the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988.
