I haven't seen this friend since our 20s but we've been in touch again on FB since last spring. Looking through our correspondence, I saw that he had asked me to call him, that he really wanted to see me again (apart from our high school reunion which was last summer - he didn't want to go). I thought he was stable - he was extremely bright and seemed v. content with his life - but last week I found out he committed suicide. I can't seem to get past it. I feel extraordinarily guilty, angry, sad & above all, great pity for someone as talented, bright & wonderful as he appeared to be to have such mental anguish that he would resort to this (obviously premeditated) final gesture. Can anyone help me to cope? Thx