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I lost my brother to suicide on Jan. 8, 2013. He was 49 years old. Unless a person has experienced this kind of loss for themselves, I have found it very hard to describe the depth of pain that I feel. He had attempted suicide several times throughout his life, but this last time he succeeded. He suffered with depression and pain, and in his note that he left, he said he thought this was best for him to do. He said he couldn't take it anymore. I know that he is complete and free now and for that, I find comfort. I don't think he realized at the time just how much he was loved and would be missed. He was on a lot of medication...a lot of pain killers, and that's what he used to kill himself. Every time I see a little boy now, I always pray that he knows and grows up knowing, just how wonderful he really is. I miss my brother so much and the depth of my pain is unbearable at times. I know that I am not alone in feeling this way, and that too, brings me comfort....knowing that I am not alone.