It has been three years now since we lost my son, Alan. Alan suffered from depression and he took his life in October of 2010. He was 18 years of age. Alan was a great musician and he was in a reggae/Christian music band that was about to receive a major sponsor endorsement. Prior to his success in music, he had modeled for catalogs and publications, and had a small re-occurring role in a Disney TV series. He was ultra talented, good looking, and he had a very caring and passionate heart. He was known in our neighborhood as the kid who all the children looked up to, and who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. His loss totally changed the lives of all his family left behind; my wife, and his two brothers. When people justify by saying, "Eventually you get over it," they most surely do not understand what love is. You may find ways over time to better cope, but you never lose that empty hole that suicide leaves behind. I don't care how much someone thinks their family or friends will recover, it simply is not true. I don't mean this to give anyone a guilt trip, but I am now the authority on this topic and I can only speak words which are true, accurate, and experienced. There is always a way out that is more positive, and what seems hopeless now can easily reverse and change later on in life. To take your life, and leave no option for changing your mind and reversing that decision later, is not proper. A sound decision is always backed by a contingency plan to reverse a decision that may not be right but which was made based upon a current situation at the time. My son can't come back. My life shall forever never be the same without him.