Angelwings
Gold Member
I am writing this because now that I am on new meds, I actually have feelings and need to process it. My best friend and a man I considered to be my brother, whom I had known since my freshman year of highschool committed suicide last summer. He was a medic in the Army and had PTSD. I am not mad at him. I understand why he felt the way he felt and why he did what he did. He was a blessing to me and I cherished our friendship. I'm crushed. He once stopped me from doing the same thing, so I guess I'm alive today because of him. I just wish he had given me the chance to do the same thing for him. His family has erased him. They took down his facebook page, I can't find any information on him online anywhere, whereas I used to be able to...it's really sad. He deserves to be remembered. He served this country. We owe him that, at least.