Walking My Road Of Grief

            My son committed suicide, at the age of thirteen, on January 25, 1995.  This was by far the hardest lick life has hit me with.  Yet my son prepared me as best he could for his death.  I missed the signs at the time.             I remember after a young lady’s funeral, Brandon made the statement, “Dad that was a cool funeral.  I want you to promise me to do my funeral when I die”.&