My dad committed suicide. He hung himself. These are awful words to say and I can never, ever get the image out of my head, my dad had cancer, awful cancer, he had a reason. There is no other reason to do this to your family or yourself. I miss him with every second that passes. Damn it, I want my dad back…now, I want to call him. No matter what you are or what you are going through, someone wants to talk to you. Don’t do this to someone. I loved my dad, I still do. No moment passes that I don’t love him. I sleep cuddled up with a blanket that he had. He held onto this blanket, sick. I hold onto this blanket wanting to hear his voice again. I miss my dad. You don’t know how devastated you leave people when you make this choice. My dad had a reason and I am still raging inside. I need him.