Part 1 the first The neighbors were having a little party and we were welcome to come over. My dad got a call and he and my brother had to go someplace for a few days. It was no big deal until later. I found out my brother took his own life. I was 6 years old. We went to his funeral. I wore a black and white dress. I just stood there holding his dead lifeless hand, whispering, "Wake up. Please wake up. I love you, I don't want you to die, wake up." (I'm almost in tears right now) My dad wore sunglasses to hide his tears. I was the last person to arrive at the lunch, I was too busy crying, begging him to wake up.