I am so sorry. “The pain of a suicide is like shrapnel” is one of the truest sentences I’ve ever read. Last year, a mom I’d been friends with from my kids’ old school died by suicide. I was wrecked for weeks. We don’t get to choose how we metabolize this kind of event. This woman was an artist. I have a beautiful paper cut bookmark she made. Sometimes I pull it out of my nightstand drawer and still am too sad to use it. I wish your family whatever moments of peace and comfort you can find. ❤️