I’m a suicide survivor.
For those who aren’t familiar with that term, it means that someone I love committed suicide. It was my college roommate, Rob De Toro (1980-2001). I’ve spent years dealing with it. The mark it leaves on your soul is permanent. For about five years after his death, I would panic whenever a friend disappeared for more than a day or so.
I’ve made progress since then, the wound isn’t still bleeding, but the scar is permanent.
Here’s a link to the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline:
http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
And here’s a very well-made video from another suicide survivor:
[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O17aK8tkp9U#at=278%5D
Hopping Hadrian's Wall 
Thanks. This is the first time I have linked my fear of my family’s deaths to being a multiple suicide survivor. God bless.
I’m a survivor too, except that I survived my own attempt at it on December 11, 1998. My life ever since then has been the bonus life I wasn’t supposed to have.