I wish I was not so out of the loop sometimes. I just learned last night that Ted Hafer, owner of The Grit vegetarian restaurant in Athens, committed suicide a couple of weeks ago. This news gave me quite a shock. He jumped off the top of the downtown parking deck... a place I know. I can visualize the view from the top of the parking deck--he was looking out over classic, beautiful, stays-with-you-forever Athens. I can imagine what the weather may have been like up there on a morning in November--cool, crisp, breezy... but I cannot understand what horrible things must have gone through his mind at that moment and led him to jump.
I never knew this man, but I knew his name and I loved his restaurant. He and his wife co-wrote one of my favorite cookbooks. He was a special part of Athens... and he was a husband and a father of two.
Here's the obituary that was published in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
I don't know what else I can say. Why do these things happen?