I'm not an ex family member myself, I was never in it. I recently lost one of my best friends(an ex member) to suicide in April of 07. We worked together and he was a great guy!!!! He moved across the country to Cali and after about a year I went out there to visit him. He knew I was coming, and about a week before I got there I couldn't get ahold of him on the phone. I went to his house when I got there to find his twin brother in the driveway, and asked him if Danny was home. The way he looked at me instantly I knew what had happened. He took his own life at 24 years old. His parents didn't even go to his funeral. I had alot of trouble dealing with this, even considered killing myself(I had an abusive childhood of my own) but luckily I have a great wife and little sister I need to be here for. I had never met Danny's twin brother until that day, and talk to him at least once a month. He is an amazing person, very strong, smart, the whole nine yards, probobaly the most amazing person I've ever met. I talked to him a couple nights ago, and his little sister killed herself this past April. She was only 20 years old. WTF???? How can these parents live with themselves???? How can there be no acountability??? No remorse??? It sickens me deeply and really makes me see what a shitty place this world can be. I don't really know why I'm posting this, I guess I just need to vent to people who would understand. I admire all of you survivors. Danny and I had a special bond because of our crappy childhoods, when he died a part of me did too. The only good thing that came out of it was I got a new friend in his twin brother, and I feel like Danny lives on through him in some way. What I wouldn't give for one more conversation with him. Sorry if this seems like a pointless rambling thread, I would love to talk to people who are going through similar situations. Thanks for taking the time to read this.