Last Friday, May 12, marked the 15th anniversary of my uncle's suicide. No matter how many times I say that sentence aloud, or indeed write it down, it never loses its impact. Even after all this time, with everything I've filled my life with since, those words always stop me in my tracks. Which is only natural. Coming to terms with a loved one's passing can be a long and difficult process in any circumstance, but when they leave your life so abruptly, through such brutal means, the shock of the act never really loses its grip.
