I only met him once. He was an extra pair of hands helping out in a fridge swap. I remember he had a shy smile. Someone told me a few weeks later he took his life.
Joe Heart was an island boy. Everybody knew him, and the bumper stickers that emerged as an outlet for community grief read, “I heart Joe Heart.” That summer I saw them everywhere; I still do.
What if he had seen those bumper-stickers before he took his life. Is late really better than never if he could have seen them before?