My brother committed suicide almost 5 years ago. He was 26 at the time and had just been married for less than a year and had a baby of only 3 months old. The last time I spoke to my brother we had a fight on the phone, it was insignificant but still it was the last time we spoke. To make it worse I honestly forgot to congratulate him for his birthday a few weeks before his death. My brother lived in another country but still we were very close, he was my best friend. I know he wasn’t angry with me when he left us, but the guilt still eats me up inside. Its been 5 years and I have gone on with my life, but someways I still feel very lonely and empty inside. Nothing has filled the void of losing my brother. Writing has seemed to help me.