It really does touch everyone. My late sister's ex-husband committed suicide 26 years ago. She was devastated for herself and their three children who were teens at the time.

Then my sister died two weeks later from a ruptured aneurysm. Coincidence? I don't think so. And her oldest three kids lost both parents at once. I felt so bad for them that I felt guilty to grieve. Now finally, after all these years have passed and they're adults, I try to calm their memories. Telling them that I remember how much their Dad loved them although he'd been a mostly absentee father. I remember the love in his eyes when he'd see them, and the regret when acknowledging that he wasn't doing enough. He was flawed but he loved them. They didn't seem to remember the love.

They're all finding peace. Finally. I wish I'd had the maturity and wisdom to make it happen earlier for them.