This is my mom. She died when she was 31. I am assuming that she was about 23 in this photo. The man is her husband and the little boy is my oldest half brother.
Suicide sucks for those left behind.
My half sister (age 7) and both half brothers, ages 5 and 9, were in the house, making cookies with Mom when my sister says Mom just got up and went in the bedroom, shut the door, and they heard a gunshot blast. When they opened the door, she was crawling around without a face.
I was just over two years old and with my grandmother at the time, having been given to her and my father when I was just two weeks old, I assume because my mother’s husband was coming home from the Navy. My father was killed in a car accident two months before Mom shot her brains out.
If you think suicide doesn’t affect the ones left behind, consider this: Four children – the oldest son lived a life of drug and alcohol abuse as well as several prison stints for various things and died of cirrhosis, denying my existence his entire life. The middle child saw a psychiatrist her entire life until she died last year of an aneurysm. The youngest son is still alive, and has devoted his entire life to the church as a missionary and teacher. And me, well, I’m still kicking – victim, lesbian, strong and as fucked up as the other three. Trust me, suicide affects others.