A brother gone but never forgotten
My brother was 50 years when he decided he no longer could live with pain and depression. I really don't remember him ever being happy, he was all alone or so he thought. He was going to allow me to help him that was our plan, however he had a different one. When he stood me up for his doctors appointment I wasn't too concerned this was not unusual but when he didn't return my calls and text I became very anxious. The police confirmed what my intuition had already told me. He was a good person, I loved him. I'm so sad for him he was 50 and had a life to live. Please no judgement. Tell your sisters and brothers you love them.