it sucks man, i know the feel, any other cause of death you can at least blame someone or something, but not with suicide, you can't even blame god or fate for that you are left thinking over and over again how dark a place your fren must have been, wondering for how long he took it. for how long you failed to notice the signs. could you have stopped it? was it somehow your fault? anything that could have been changed? my take away was that i need to live, as long as i can, so that i can keep telling people about how my fren was back when he was alive. because the moments i'm gone, there'll be no one left to talk about him, and then he'll trully be gone forever i do not pray nor believe in gods, yet i still talk to him every time i go outside and look up to the sky, i greet him, tell him about my day, and thank him for the small strokes of good luck he sends my way from wherever he may be i visit his tomb every year on his birthday
Argentina