On Oct. 29th, will mark the 4 year anniversary of finding Dad after his suicide. Seems like only yesterday and I've been going through my mind all the things we were doing up to that date. All the appointments we had made for the following week. How the night before I came over and wrote out your bills and vacuumed, hugged you and said I loved you and you said you loved me too. But then the next day you were gone. I'm trying to understand it still, did you do it out of love? Was there something else?