Hi, my name is Missi and our family has just had a huge piece of it ripped out. It’s hard to find the words that we are all feeling. Sadness, anger, forgiveness, love and questions. So many questions. What was he thinking? Did he think of us? Did he know that he was loved? I wish I had something beautiful and profound to say, but I don’t. Mental illness won this time.

We appreciate any help at this time, even if it is just sharing this. I will remember every single person who donates. Every donation will go toward end of

life expenses. I just need my brother to have died with dignity.