My little brother killed himself tonight
My little brother killed himself tonight, and I have no clue why.
He had an amazing wife who was clearly his soul mate. He had just bought his first house. It seemed like he had everything going for him. I wish I understood why he took this drastic step.
I feel so sad for his poor wife. This must be utterly destroying her. It is so senseless. Part of me wants to call his cell phone and hope he answers, because this just doesn’t make sense.
Edit: thanks for all the kind words
Posted Nov 7, 2017, 9:04 AM UTC · edited
I am so sorry for your loss and for how lost and confused you are. You might find answers later and you may not. Don't be afraid to reach out to your sister-in-law. She might need help, too.
Even if I find answers, it will never make sense.
I've had four people I've known or were close with commit suicide. It will never make sense. I'm sorry for your loss.
In time, it does get easier but it will take some time.
It definitely does get easier. My father committed suicide 8 days after my 11th birthday, and my brother went a month after my daughter was born.
My father took me years to become "ok" with his passing, and while I still miss my brother probably more than anything and anyone I've lost, it's gotten easier.
That is very true. For most people on the planet, we are born, we are a living creature, and we die. We just don't always know how we will die. When there are accidents, suicides, and murders, etc, they are harder to wrap our minds around. Sometimes in life we will ask questions and not get any answers. Those answers don't change the fact of those people are gone. I've known too many people who have passed away, in all types of manors. I've started to think of life like a book; a beginning-birth, a middle- living, and an ending- death. When people pass away, that is there ending. There life was whatever it was from beginning to end. It's easy to play the shoulda-woulda-coulda game of how things might have gone had they not expired, because we all want a happy ending.
We have all of our memories of the people who've gone. Other's do too. I find peace and joy from hearing new stories I've never heard of experiences I wasn't there for. It's the closest thing to making new memories with the dead. Which is usually one of the hardest parts, knowing you will no longer have the ability to make new memories or have new experiences with them. But you can share stories with each other, and learn new things about the people who have gone. I don't know how much of this will help you or anyone else who reads it, but I do hope you find some peace.
Thanks. I've lost a few who've taken their own lives. The main deficiency with any explanation short of terminal illness is that most survivors report immediately regretting their attempts. It doesn't make dealing with it any easier, unless you consider that these were otherwise amazing people who succumbed to a moment of extreme vulnerability.