To live is to die.

My daughter took her own life yesterday. She was 17. She loved Metallica. She suggested that we see them in concert last year, and it made her so happy. I bonded with her over our shared interest in rock and metal.

She left me a message asking me to play "To Live is to Die" at her funeral, as well as a very heartfelt apology. I listened to it, and it's fitting that she chose a song that was a tribute to someone who died young. But it's ironic that she chose a song with no lyrics, since she loved to sing.

I never thought I'd be burying my only child. I hoped that she'd stay strong, go off to college, and make a change in the world. Now, I don't know what to do with myself. I'm furious that she'd do this to her family, but I know that she was in a lot of pain. She found comfort in music, but it wasn't enough.

Rest in peace Cliff Burton, and rest in peace Julia.

EDIT: I want to dearly thank everyone who commented here. I've read and upvoted all of them. So many people sending love to me, my daughter, and our family, or playing "To Live is to Die" to honor her. Thank you all so much. I've informed our relatives, our neighbors, and her best friend's parents. Haven't talked to any of them since. I haven't left my house much (I'm retired). It just feels like time is standing still. I can't listen to any Metallica right now, but I do hope that it can become a source of comfort later on. I'll start the funeral plans soon, and of course I'll play "To Live is to Die".