Today, I found out that a dear friend's son committed suicide.  She and I had talked about Bipolar disorder.  She is being treated for it and knew that he had it too.  The problem is, he was in his 20s.  She couldn't make him get help.  He refused to see a doctor and did drugs instead.  I feel so bad for her.  I can't imagine anything worse than losing your child that way.   Then I started to question why she lost her son and I didn't lose mine.  All I can think is, Thank God we found a good doctor and how glad I am that we caught the problem when he was still young enough for me to make him get help.  Sometimes miracles happen.  I wish one had happened for her.