my coworker's brother committed suicide on saturday. when i found out i went into my brother's bedroom and just held him, so grateful that he was there and warm and alive and so scrappy that he'll always bounce back. i told him i loved him. it felt good. tomorrow i'm going to the funeral. i didnt know her brother, but if all i can do for her is show up and be there, then ill do that.
truebeliever:
going to the funeral is very nice of you, in reality all we can do is try and live life to its fullest and enjoy our family and friends. I hope all is well

