On Friday, my dad decided to kill himself. He was a wonderful man and none of us didn't like him, in fact, everyone he knew loved him and thought of him as a second brother/dad/uncle/son. But it wasn't enough for him, he always thought he was letting other down, always thought that he could do better. Which was utter rubbish. We didn't know this until my mum read the letter he wrote, and this was after she found him dead in his office. We had no idea it was coming, we never knew my dad to be depressed or unhappy. But obviously, inside he was. It was very painful, and I am completely in disbelief still about it all.