My mama committed suicide when I was 10 and my brother 9. There's a lot I can say about all that, but I will limit myself to two things. Long ago, my feelings of grief, anger, and abandonment were overwhelmed by compassion for her, and relief that she was no longer suffering. And when I've been low -- which has been often -- suicide was off the table, not an option, because I didn't want to inflict that same pain on my family, especially my dad. In that sense, Mama did her grandchildren, my wife, and my dad a great service, even in death.
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