A good friend of mine lost a son to suicide yesterday. All the warning signs were in place. He had given away his dog, given his body to medical science and told his mother this was the last time he would be talking to her. He wanted to come home and live with her but since he has been mentally ill and drug addicted she did not allow it. She is overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow. Just as any mother would be. I don't know enough about addiction to even speculate on this. I was very fortunate in that I had children who were not lured by drugs and misadventure. I do know about the pain the death of a child produces and I know that the only comfort I had was being surrounded by family who also loved my son. I am going to take a meal over this afternoon and see if there is anything more I can do. I conferred with other friends and we all feel helpless. There are just no words for this sort of thing.