loving one minute, then turn into someone who was irrational and irresponsible, was very draining for me. I know his family experienced similar experiences, for I've witnessed them myself. After the death of my fiance my way of dealing with it was a strong desire to speak out and bring about awareness to those who may be in a similar situation.- Once I found the White Wreath Association, I saw it as my opportunity to do something positive in his memory. Sadly though, his family did not see it that way - they have chosen to blame me. How do I know where to begin? The call came through that day, a mother sobbing on the phone to report the death of her 18 year old daughter. My heart just broke for her, I was crying inside with each question she answered, but could find no words that would ever be enough to express my sorrow at her loss and her pain. I put down the phone and cried, yet she was a complete stranger. It was only later I learnt that her daughter had committed suicide, her parents had found her. That call broke my heart and I couldn't get that young girl out of my mind for weeks, although I'd never met her. In the ensuing I was on the phone to every help line I could get hold of. All suicides affect me deeply, but something about her just 'got' to me. Maybe because I understood her