Suicide is a sad matter. For everyone. I learned this really early on when my brother committed suicide in our backyard when I was a preschooler and he was an older teenager. I always figured his choice of locales was a final "eff you" to our parents. I doubt he thought about the fact that his little preteen sister could be (and was) the one to find him and that all of his siblings would be traumatized not only by his death but also the aftermath and by our parents' grief.
It sucked. It was a horrible thing. I'm angered by some of it. However, obviously, he had a lot going on in his mind--I can't really blame him for not having perfect foresight, or for having the foresight and still making that choice because whatever had him feeling so hopeless outweighed (in his mind) any negative consequences to those left living. *shrug*
People who have been depressed enough to have entered such a dark space understand how that desperation and seemingly never-ending pain can overshadow everything else. I just typed a really personal paragraph and deleted it.
My point, though, is that unless you've been in that dark space, then, respectfully, IMO, you can't really fully understand and appreciate the depth of darkness involved in a suicidal mind.
I agree with Ms. Knot up there ^ that this woman clearly thought she had no other viable, livable choice. I also agree with the idea that she may have purposely chosen the car so as to leave as little clean-up as necessary and/or to make sure her death was clearly a suicide and not "brushed under the rug." Perhaps she knew her family dynamics well enough and suspected her husband would ask her children to clean up instead of hiring specialists--that is completely unfounded conjecture, I'm just saying we don't know why she chose that place, and there are many reasons why she may have made that choice.
Sad.
