The meet-up last night wasn´t as hard as I had feared. Of course there was the occasional tear or two, but basically it seemed that people were trying to behave as "normal" as possible. Guess that´s the best cure.
Obviously our mate was very, very good in hiding his soul from others, even his family and his closest friends. I learned that in his farewell letter, the only thing he said about his motive was "Forgive me, but I can´t stand the pressure anymore". Unfortunately, that leaves a lot to think about.
And I just cannot imagine how hard it must be for his best friend and his niece who were the people who actually found him hanging from the ceiling. All of us others try to make them see some professional help before the biggest shock is over and the whole thing fully hits them as we suppose this hasn´t happened yet.
But I really believe, DzM, the way you handled it was the only way to get over it. FUCK YOU. AND CHEERS. YES !

