The boy I grew up with, he lived next door, committed suicide when we became adults.

I was so mad at him. It's been about 10 years now and I am still mad at him.

I didn't go to his funeral. I still haven't talked to his family out of fear of saying something wrong.

I can't blame you for not wanting to speak to him or go see him yet.

You have to protect yourself right now Mary. You are very fragile.

I think you are making good decisions.