This hits too close to home for comfort. My brother committed suicide. I still think about him often. In the beginning my thoughts were consumed with How could he do to this us? How could he be so selfish? Look at what he did to my parents ? etc.

It took a lot of therapy to make me realize, I was being selfish. My brother was human being with difficulties and life experiences I could never understand.

I like to think I understand it a bit better the difference boys face growing up, now that I have a son. Watching his struggles, has been really tough. Seeing the deep lack of compassion they face. I don't why it never occurred to me that boys have such a different childhood experience, I often feel guilty I was not the greatest sister. All I can do is try to not repeat the same mistakes over again.