When I found sf many years ago it saved my life. I wish my brother had the same opportunity. Maybe he would have talked on here. He was always the strong one. He was the one I went to. The one that fixed it all. All my worries all my issues all I had to do was tell him and he fixed whatever it was. I told him about sf all those years ago. Wish I got the chance to tell him again . My rock is gone. I sooo just want to bring him back so I can fix it for him whatever it was. I wish he found sf. Wish he had a chance to tell someone. To talk to anyone. Instead his 15 year old son found him. I don't know how to fix this. It's unreal. Why couldn't I help him. Why didn't he think he could talk to me. He knew I used to be on here and knew I would understand!!! How could he do this to his son. How could he not know his son would be the one to find him? How could he do that to him???? I know his depression blinded him to that reality and made him think there was no other choice. I know that in my head. But my heart is broken it doesn't understand. If only someone could have reminded him what he was thinking wasn't true. If only I could have told him how depression blinds us all to the truth. I'm so worried. How can I help his son. How do I fix this??? Nothing is real right now the world is flipped upside down and inside out none of it makes sense.