Today is usually day 1 of feeling like I either don't want to leave my bed for a week or go bike riding non stop. It's the start of a week of dads suicide, his birthday, fathers day and then his funeral all within a week. But I'm too sick to do anything but rest. There has been no healing from this. At the time my brother was a young teenage boy and I was 20. Today my brother @anderson.mason is an awesome uncle and a hard worker, so I'm super proud to call him my brother. Sometimes you just got to find things to help work around it so you don't destroy yourself to 'get over it'. Over the last few years there have been many many friends who have also committed suicide. So those times opened fresh wounds yet it was still hard to grieve. It's now 8 years, but it feels like it's still halfway through that week everyday. Life has it's challenges, don't give up, grab my hand and keep going with me.