A friend called this afternoon, deeply shocked, and I went to him. His brother had committed suicide - shot himself - and so he desperately needed friends to talk to. It wasn't so unexpected, his brother had been very ill for more than twenty years and had now reached a state where he would have been hospitalized 'til death. In fact, my friend had removed weapons and munition from his brother's home at one time because they had feared this happening. Obviously they hadn't found everything.
He understood and accepted his brother's choice. But still he felt the loss deeply. We talked - he, his wife and I - about his brother, his family and memories of their youth and he showed me old photos. I think he needed it, this sharing, to mourn. I have lost relatives myself, some after long illness. But never to suicide.