Well, again thank you to everyone for offering support. It also means a lot to hear people's own experiences in dealing with losing loved ones to suicide, it's really nice of you guys to be willing to share those things and it helps to know people who've gotten through it.
I am sorry to be posting so rarely, I hope it doesn't seem like I'm not appreciating all of the input from all of you, because I am; I'm getting a lot of comfort from every single comment. I'm just having a bit of a struggle to catch up with school, so not much time to be doing anything else. Oh, speaking of school, Noddy mentioned telling the school about it so that hopefully they'd be helpful about it... I did go ahead and tell all of my teachers the whole truth, and that's been another small shock-- I can't believe how unhelpful my teachers have been. One actually complained that I hadn't written her a note before we left town! *sigh* So since no one has been very nice about helping me catch up, I'm swamped...
You know what's a strange thing about this, on the subject of telling people and what other people think of him and all of that-- the town we're from is so small that a TON of people know all about it already, and I mean
all about it. Other people, people they barely even know, knew the actual
details of how he did it and everything, even before my mother-in-law knew. We found out that the sheriff's officers and the search and rescue guys were telling people everything about it. Some woman who handles the coroner's photos was telling people things about how he looked. It's just bizarre to think about people knowing all of that stuff too...(Which is another reason why I'm not too worried about talking about it here, I can't say much that everyone doesn't know already

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Okay, so as far as being angry with him and all of that... there is another part to it that I am really having a hard time forgiving him for. I wasn't going to talk about it, but I just can't let go of the anger over this part and I keep feeling so mad because it seems like they're just glossing over this. He tried to take their dog with him. And as far as I'm concerned he succeeded, because the stress was too much for the poor dog's heart and he died at the vet's. I just can't get past that part. He didn't even try to do it in a kind way, he tried to do it in a gross, hard way. I don't know how to process that or forgive that. Even besides that I just
hate that he did that to the dog, the fact that he took away his wife and sons' pet too, like he wasn't hurting them enough by killing himself....I don't know, I just picture him doing that and it makes me sick.
How do I handle it that they all need to pretend now that he was a nicer person than he was?