My brother died from suicide almost 2 weeks ago. He was 46. He was struggling from a lifelong battle of mental illness and in a moment of despair decided to take his own life by going to the gas station, bought a gallon of gas, a lighter and went out to an isolated area, pour gas on himself and lit himself on fire. Not only was I shocked by his death but shaken by the manner in which he killer himself. Just 2 days prior to his death, he was at a family get together and I gave him a hug and he hugged me back and we made plans to see each other for Thanksgiving. I come from a family of 6 siblings. Now there’s only 5 of us and we are all shocked and saddened by his death. My parents are too and struggling with the loss of their oldest son. I’m feeling so sad and have cried almost every day. I don’t know when will I ever get past this pain. My heart is so broken that nothing else really matters. All I just want is my brother back.
My brother did the same thing. He lived for 43 awful days. I am the oldest of 6. It does get better. What happened will always be terrible. You can find your life again. It takes time but it comes along. Tomorrow will be 34 years since the fire. Still the worst thing that ever happened to me, but I don’t have to think about every breath I take. I am sorry for your loss. Breathe. Wait. Take care.