I have never been angry with my brother for doing what he did. I feel a tremendous empathy for him, and a profound sadness that he felt, in that moment, that dying was his only solution. I know in any death there’s a feeling of responsibility in the ones left behind, but with suicide, the guilt is deeper. And because he was my little brother, I feel a sense of personal responsibility, like I failed in my role as his big sister. Of course, my parents felt this even more than I did.
