tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9514339.post110447089533108825..comments2007-02-15T17:23:14.631-05:00Comments on Finding yourself despite yourself: Suicide and guiltFidgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15689090055350850549FidgetBlogs@gmail.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9514339.post-1105022332533275822005-01-06T09:38:00.000-05:002005-01-06T09:38:00.000-05:00no worries, that is what this place is for - findi...no worries, that is what this place is for - finding out you're not alone and putting out what's been bottled up. I posted about it so others would know that it sucks but youre not alone and for those thinking of doing it - a harsh view on what its like for those left behind. I'm happy if it helpsFidgethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15689090055350850549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9514339.post-1104983201754678662005-01-05T22:46:00.000-05:002005-01-05T22:46:00.000-05:00I'm very sorry about your boyfriend. Early 90's I ...I'm very sorry about your boyfriend. Early 90's I think (can't even remember when...I don't even really think about it), My grandfather called his kids to my uncle's, where he was staying (my grandmother died of a heart attack a year or so before), for a kind of a "meeting", I guess you'd call it. My uncle wasn't home. Needless to say, he blew his brains out before anyone got there. Couldn't be without my grandmother, I guess. She did everything for him, really. He was kind of bad off. I didn't even go to his funeral. Took my grandmothers pretty bad...couldn't deal with that. Sorry to rain on your blog, but it was sad to read that, and good to get that out. Thank You.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com