Without wanting to join in a “me too”, an old friend of mine hanged himself a couple of months ago. I hadn’t seen him for a few years as his self destructive urges had gotten to the point where I got fed up babysitting him.
I’d heard he’d gotten himself straight recently, so I thought I’ll probably give him a call and see how he is, but life gets in the way and before you know it, it’s too late.
The problem with suicide, as you’re well aware Sbob, is that it only leaves What-Ifs. I’m sure I ran through the whole range of negative emotions in the months after finding out, starting with anger, then guilt, and just plain sadness.
There are other charities who are trying to deal with this, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what they’re called, which probably says something in itself.
Like all grief, it WILL ease up. For now, you have to gather round the family as much as they’ll allow and keep talking.