An aquaintance of mine (and a pub friend of DH) committed suicide, lovely boy, only 18, so many friends, a loving family, everything going for him. And he killed himself. aI knew him in the sense that I would chat to him on the rare times I go to the pub or Id see him in the village, where he worked but I wouldnt know him like his good friends, where he lives or his family.
But since I heard the news, I cant stop crying, Im crying typing this, I crying when I am in the shop where he worked. I cant get my head around the idea that he did this. I know he must have been in a dark place to do it but he didnt seem to be, there were no signs to anyone. I cant stop picturing someone finding him or imagining the grief of his family and all his friends and when I think of it I weep but I cant stop thiking of it.
Is this normal? How do I stop the tears?