A few years ago on a small farm in Ohio, a young woman waited anxiously for her husband to come home. Usually he returned about 5:30 for supper, but not this day. Linda called his place of business. He had left at the regular hour. Six thirty came. Still no husband. At 7:30 she put her two small children to bed. As she peered through the window toward the setting sun, the fields were rich with budding grain, but no one came up the road toward the home. Eight thirty rolled by, nine thirty. She called the sheriff's office. At 11:30 the sheriff knocked on her door. Her husband had been found in a nearby barn, where he had taken his own life.

Shocked beyond belief, Linda reeled through the next few weeks, intoxicated with grief. Then her emotions froze. As they did she began to notice the lit…