I am going to type this out, and at the end, I will decide if I will hit "submit". We live in a small town. Everyone knows everyone. All of our kids knows a brother, a sister, or the "person" involved. It affects everyone. Three of my sons attended a funeral today. Two knew the person; either because he graduated a year or two before or a year or two after. One knew the oldest brother. Someone knew his sister. Everyone knew one of his friends. It was the worst day for all of them. All said they were speechless. They couldn't find words. They had a hard time even guessing what to say. The parents of course are devastated. No doubt, they will never recover. How his family can get past this, ever, is unfathomable. A 23 year old young man with a history of despression, decided in a very violent manner, to end his life. I am sickened. For those who think that suicide is a very personal decision. It isn't. It affects everyone that ever knew you, saw you, loved you, cared about you and would have been there for you if you have just let them know. I am posting this because there was a poll a week or two ago about this very subject. It is a crushing blow to those who you leave behind. They will always ask, "did I do enough?" "Is it my fault?" What if only?" There are no words to comfort the bereaved. There is nothing that can erase the visual memory of the family member that finds you. It is a pain that doesn't end.