By Bobby Magill
For Susan Barnes, having her son slip away from her for eight long years was like watching a slow death.
“I knew it was coming,” she said. “As if it was somebody who had Alzheimer’s or Parkinson’s, it was coming, and I saw it.”
Susan’s son, Alex Barnes, first showed signs of schizophrenia when he was 16. On March 12, after receiving periodic treatment for years, he parked his bike on the shoulder of Mason Street, knelt down beside a slow-moving freight train and ended his life beneath a box car. He was 24. » More