One Month Ago
One month ago, our world changed forever. We lost one of our children to suicide. The day started just as many other days had started. Brendan didn't get out of bed. Or so I had thought. He actually didn't make it into bed. The night before was just like any other night. He and my husband Wayne had shared a few beers. Sometime between 8:40 pm and midnight, Bren spiraled downward. We don't know what his last thoughts were. We don't know what got him down. He had made plans for Valentines Day with his girlfriend for the next night. He was showing us that he was feeling ok. Bren had been on meds for a little over a year. He had been doing continual Doctor monitoring. Wayne and I had checked in with him often, and had long talks and lots of rescuing. We did what we knew we needed to do. The night before and the morning of, I knew something wasn't right. I knew Bren hadn't gotten up for work, which was very common. At about 6:45 I told Wayne to go out and look