I'm not much of a sympathy seeker but need to vent a little. Yesterday morning my mother called me at work and told me my youngest brother had committed suicide. It was his 31st birthday and she was bringing him a birthday cake to find him dead from hanging himself. My poor mother! He had been fighting depression for a while and we thought he was getting better, but he said he just couldn't take it any longer. He was my best friend! I was more like a father to him because of our age difference. This is like losing one of your children. We did everything together. From chasing elk in the Rockies, Bass in Canada, food plots, tree stands, Whitetails, Spring Gobblers and small game. He was hands down the best I knew for picking the spot to kill a deer. Or he was just damn lucky. The boy could climb a light pole in a Wal Mart parking lot and kill a big one. We are learning by notes and things he had done, that he had planned this for a very long time. I had to spend all day driving today getting my kids rounded up. One in the service and one in college. In 14 hours or so of driving you can't get it out of your head. You sort of feel robbed, mad, Hurt. He wouldn't talk to me about his issues because I'm a hard ass. I get to live with that the rest of my life. I don't even Know if I'll ever be able to hunt again, because everything is going to remind me of him! Maybe I'm just being selfish. In closing. If anyone has a friend or family member that is troubled with this terrible sickness do everything in your power to help them! I didn't do enough! I'll have to live with this the rest of my life. I hope none of you ever have to! I'm gonna miss that little bastard!
John
Topic: Worst days you can imagine (Read 4839 times)
