You ever wanted just one more conversation with somebody

Honestly, go to a shrink and pour your heart out. Tell them everything you would want to say if you had one more conversation left. Spilling your guts to a complete stranger is incredibly therapeutic.

My dad. Our last conversation was about a stupid youtube video that he thought I would find funny. I did find it funny but had I known...

My maternal grandparents. I had lived with them a good portion of my life and they saw me through serious depressive episodes. Truly felt like they were my only friends at times. I'd stay in my room for days at a time and every day one of them would knock on my door begging me to come eat with them.

My grandma dropped dead right in front of me at her house right before my first semester at LSU. Her last words were, "I'm dizzy, babe." She just fell back and that was it.

During my last semester at LSU, I was working at the Regions on College Drive. I went back home to Metairie about once or twice a month when I could swing it. I had called him on a Friday night and told him I was coming in and I was going to stop by at his house with my girl and take him out to eat as soon as I got off work Saturday. Last words to him were, "I love you." Saturday morning comes around and my mom calls me right when I get to work. She's sobbing and lets me know he passed. I was the last person to speak with both of them and I'd do anything to have a meal with my grandparents today.

In my experience, I've found that appreciating the people who are still here is the best way to heal. I've grown much closer to my parents and my good friends. It's not until you lose someone close to you that you really appreciate life and begin to transition to who you really are.

Suicide is so hard for those who are left behind. You can't feel guilty, I know it's difficult but you can't blame yourself.

I wish I had magical words to make you feel better or could tell you exactly what to do. I don't know where it was, but I once heard grief described as a box with a ball inside. The ball starts out as big as the box and every time it hits the edge of the box you'll feel a wave of grief. Then every day that ball gets slightly smaller eventually it starts hitting the wall less and less, but it's still there. It won't ever go completely away but it will hit you less and less. That made a lot of sense to le and has been true in my grief.

You can still talk to him. Yes, obviously not in person. If you are struggling just talk to him. It may help just getting the words out.

Condolences on your loss.

Absolutely. Both of my parents and all of my grandparents. I miss them terribly.

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My maternal grandparents. I had lived with them a good portion of my life and they saw me through serious depressive episodes. Truly felt like they were my only friends at times. I'd stay in my room for days at a time and every day one of them would knock on my door begging me to come eat with them.

My grandma dropped dead right in front of me at her house right before my first semester at LSU. Her last words were, "I'm dizzy, babe." She just fell back and that was it.

During my last semester at LSU, I was working at the Regions on College Drive. I went back home to Metairie about once or twice a month when I could swing it. I had called him on a Friday night and told him I was coming in and I was going to stop by at his house with my girl and take him out to eat as soon as I got off work Saturday. Last words to him were, "I love you." Saturday morning comes around and my mom calls me right when I get to work. She's sobbing and lets me know he passed. I was the last person to speak with both of them and I'd do anything to have a meal with my grandparents today.

In my experience, I've found that appreciating the people who are still here is the best way to heal. I've grown much closer to my parents and my good friends. It's not until you lose someone close to you that you really appreciate life and begin to transition to who you really are.

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That's a great story, and very good advice. It's awesome that you were able to turn such terrible things into a positive. And although it's awful that you lost your grandfather the day you were supposed to meet up with him, it's cool that you were the last person to speak with him and that you told him you loved him. That one got me in the feels. I can only hope that on my last day (whether that be today or 50 years from now) I got to hear that from someone I loved.

My dad. He was going downhill this year and I had a flight back to LA to see him one last time and have that final good bye talk. He died a week before I was able to get home. Last time I talked to him, he said he was excited to see me.

My grandfather recently passed and left me inheritance money. I would give up every dime of that money to have one more conversation with him.

One of my best friends died when he was 18, and it still hurts some 30+ years later. He was an only child, and I still see his parents from time to time.

Life goes on, and loss is part of life. Be thankful for the time you had with your friend. Find out what it will take for you to make peace with your loss. Learn from it, grieve and grow. That's about the best any of us can do.

My mom and my dad

My paternal grandfather who I only met one time that I remember