My brother committed suicide. We do not know why. We have some guesses, but we don't know why.
Overwhelming sadness? Loneliness? The knowledge that he was declining physically and could no longer help people? The thought that his health decline would be a burden on the family? Some other health problem that his VA records might reveal but that I have never had the courage to check out?
We don't know.
He didn't tell anyone he was sad.
My wife noticed that he left the room that my mother lived in, in the house we grew up in, exactly as it was when she died, but I protested that it was a 3 bedroom house he was the only one living there and there really was no reason for him to get rid of anything. He did not clean the tub and it was getting pretty bad, but I probably made excuses for that too, because he was a bachelor living alone and he could make that choice.
We don't know.
We never had guns in our house because my father who was an alcoholic had threatened the family with guns when I was around the age of 6. My brother had to go out and purchase a shotgun and ammunition with this specific act in mind.
My brother had all of his insurance and bank records and everything we would need to access his files in a plastic bag inside of the truck, that he drove to a quiet remote location.
My brother sat in the bed of that truck and pointed the gun under the front of his neck and aimed it at such an angle that he blew the back portion of his head off.
Some hunters found my brother, my sister was called, her friend Caroline came with her, and by the grace and mercy of God, her friend Caroline who knew my brother identified the body.
My sister called my niece and early in the morning on April 4th, I don't know what year because my mind refuses to keep track of that kind of stuff. I received the phone call in the basement of our house, no idea what I was doing down there at the time. No idea. I could not comprehend what my niece was saying. The words she was saying did not line up with the reality of my brother as I had always known him.
Did I know him? Apparently not, he went through a divorce that he called the hardest thing he had ever went through, incredibly painful. He had married a young girl right out of high school who was just trying to escape her family situation.
Finances forced this young couple to live with my mother. That did not go well and as soon as he could on a "Sears" salary, he purchased a home that was small and needed a lot of work.
He was not a "let's go out and bar hop and have fun" type of a guy. Our father was an alcoholic, and he treated my brother badly, very badly, so alcohol was never associated with fun. This young bride, wanted to go out and dance and "enjoy that scene".
They stayed together as long as they could, then she began cheating on him. The divorce went smoothly as those things go, he gave her the house in exchange for no further contact with her, no alimony (no kids were involved, he had gotten a vasectomy).
Like I said in a rare moment of emotional honesty, he told me that was THE MOST PAINFUL THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO HIM.
She went on to have a baby with the person she was cheating with him and as far as I know she still lives in that house, I don't really care, because when you hurt my brother you hurt me and I am as DONE with you as he was, have a nice life.
When he committed suicide she got in touch with us and wanted to be invited to the tiny little service we had at his grave side. I think we said "no". I don't really remember. The days after his death are a blur.
Companies give you 3 days off for the death of your brother or your mother. Each time that happened to me I came back to work after 3 days still in a fog of pain and grief and only by the grace of God was I able to function and pass pills.
His death still ambushes me and the grief I feel is palpable. I could use his humor, his advice, his strength. I wish he could see my kids going through their milestones. I wish I had his support when I am feeling overwhelmed. I wish I knew why he was hurting so.
Suicide and self-harm is a situation that causes me to shut down.
Right now, I am "shut down". thanks for listening.