Grief is a funny thing. Suppressed memories lurk in my mind reminding me that a person who once sat beside you now sits in an urn on his mother's shelf.

Haunted by the fact that this person felt so hopeless that he ended his life, dying alone inside his home only to be found days later. You wouldn't understand.

You will never know the empty feeling in my stomach knowing that I have to live the rest of my life thinking about how...