I went to my support group last night and the facilitator told us that D**** had killed himself. I don't know how. I don't want to know how. I didn't know his last name, I didn't know where he lived but I knew him. I knew he liked to hunt and ride his motorcycle. I knew that for years he had depression from mild to severe. I knew he had been suicidal in the past. I am stunned. I feel like crying for him.