There are 2 dates per year that give me the big sad. My brother's birthday and his death day. He was a 42 year old state police detective who took his own life because of an addiction and the likelihood of bipolar disorder. Every year beginning 9/1, it is a 8 day ride of remembering and reliving that day over and over. This year, I want to do something that would make him proud of me, and that is getting better for myself.