I never met Cyrus. My daughter called me yesterday to tell me he killed himself. She was walking to be with his mother. She remembers how it was for her when I tried to kill my self. Even though I never met Cyrus, I know him. Sometimes, I'm on the same dark path he was on. I knew of Cyrus before yesterday. He was a frequent visitor at my daughter's home because he was a close friend of her fiance. My son-in-law and Cyrus would talk computers and games for hours. Goodbye Cyrus. I will miss hearing the stories of your visits to my daughter's house.