I woke up early on my 23rd birthday. First call of the morning was from my mom, telling me that my friend/housemate/coworker had hung himself in his aunt's basement sometime during the night. He was dating my sister at the time and living with me and my father because his mom left him when he was young and he didn't have any family left except for his grandmother who was starting to go crazy from dimentia and would forget things that happened not even 5 minutes before. My father had an extra room for him to use and he was practically like family to us. At work, we were part of the same crew and so we carpooled every day. He and my sister began to have issues and I guess he felt like he was losing the only family he had left. He left 2 notes, 1 for my sister and 1 for me. I was devestated and called up my job and told them what happened and that I wouldn't be coming back. It was just a really tough day and I felt the psychological shockwaves from that situation for several years.