If I can, if he'll let me, I hold him and tell him I love him, that his children love him, that his grandchildren would like to have the chance to get to know him. Sometimes I tell him that its not fair to transfer his pain onto me and his family by killing himself. Sometimes I tell him he's not to leave me to explain it to his family and he needs to get on the phone to his sister right now. Sometimes I get angry and yell at him that he doesn't really love me because if he did he wouldn't want to leave me. Sometimes I tell him that I don't know what to say and that he needs to call his psychiatrist. Sometimes I threaten to call 000. Whatever I think I need to say to keep him talking, keep him with me, keep him thinking about other ways of dealing with things. I hate it. I feel so helpless.