A lock of Deborah's hair

Tonight, as we were in the middle of trying to find a birthday card for my niece, we found an envelope marked ; To Deborah Gordon's parents, a lock of Deborah's hair. My now youngest daughter was there, as I opened the envelope, which none of us expected to find there. Deborah's honey blond hair in a pony tail. Her sister said that she took the easy way out, how her life was not a life of suffering, like many have and continue to suffer. She feels like she gave up, way too soon of whatever trials ailed her. Is this a fair observation? Her sister thinks so. I can't say, because I do not know the intensity of Deborah's pain. Surely, her psychosis destroyed enough of her brain function to feel that this is somethin 'she had to do' . The note found in her shoes on the bridge said, I am sorry, but I had to do this. A note, forever etched in our memories; inconceivable, beyond our comprehension. We continue to through up our hands in disbelief, daily, that one of our treasures is gone. Lord help us to understand, there is no understanding. We lay it over and over at your feet, at the cross of calvary. Lord, we are lost without you.