Pain
I lay in bed with my 7 week old son asleep in my arms and I cannot imagine the pain my mother is in. I myself grieve but just the thought of my baby being so hurt that he has to take his own life makes me feel physically ill. I think about I every day, what could I have done to help my little bother. Why didn't I try harder to help him. Why couldn't I see that through his tough exterior was a damaged and hurt soul that needed my attention. I feel selfish that my life seemed too important to stop and think of if he needed me. I know I shouldn't feel guilty but how can I stop feeling this way. Too many unanswered questions continue to haunt me. I love you my brother. Rest In Peace.