There are no words, no thoughts, no expression that can encompass the pain when a family member commits suicide.
A cousin, a few years younger than I. Such an amazing artist who would not let the world view the passion within. A life written in lyrics to personal to share.
So much loss.
Suicide is a black hole of emotion that consumes anyone near. Pointless thoughts of what would have made a difference. Parents fed through a shredder but not allowed to die with the child. Suicide ends nothing.
There is no noble cause to comfort family. No villain to punish. No accident to blame. There is nothing but pain.
I suppose there are twelves steps or something. Life does go on, but not today.