Someone I barely knew died due to post partum depression. I barely knew her, and I guess I partly felt bad because of that. She left a six month old. At least her husband gets "spared" a years of having to explain that mom is gone. I didn't understand the depth of her pain until the last couple of months. Now I have trouble sleeping, even with pills. I know it's only money, but I get some of the overwhelming pain she was feeling. I also get to see the pain she left behind. Her husband was so brave at the funeral. I don't know if I could have been that brave if it had been my wife. Sadly, if my wife went I sometimes though I'd rather have my child go at the same time so I could end it all. Not very brave on my part.