My son, Ron was 29 when he took his life January 18, 2012. He struggled since he was a teenager with drugs and alcohol, introduced to him by his father. Most of his extended family, his father, stepmother and my own family included had turned their backs on him and when he relapsed again and ended up in jail on Jan. 17, 2012 I think he couldn't take the thought of his "failures" again being thrown in his face. He hung himself in his jail cell, on Jan. 18 and I had to make the decision to remove life support the next day. His sister and I were the only family supports he had left. I tried so hard to give him the positive support he so needed when he was doing well, the pat on the back, the "Great job Son....so proud of you". Even through his tough times I didn't put him down or make him feel worse about himself then he already did....it was "Ok, so we start again...we can get through this". We didn't get through this last time...I stuggle every second of every day with what else could I have done...what did I miss in those last phone calls.....WHY???? This is the most unbearable pain I have ever known.... He leaves behind 2 beautiful children. My grandaughters mother and i have found out that we were both being told lies about eachother by Ron's father and have since been able to reconcile our relationship so i will be able to see my son's daughter...I have had to file for grandparents rights for my sons son...those babies have a right to know who their daddy was...the man I knew....I miss him so much....will the guilt,anger and sorrow ever end?