He had married a German girl, and that marriage was failing. It seems that probably pushed him over the edge. When I looked back over his life, I saw a victim - over and over. I had not been there for him while he went through his teen years, and frankly, I didn't know how to help myself much less help him. Although my parents are still alive, I can tell you that nothing in my whole life hurt more than my son's death.
Suicide is a waste.
A terrible waste. After his death, I began to research why he died. There are too many answers, and there are no answers. I still searched. Other people shared their heartbreak with me, and I shared mine with them.