My older brother, an alcoholic and heroin addict, killed someone while driving under the influence. He went to jail for 60 days, way less than I thought was right. Because it was a felony, they took his guns and his licenses. My brother though had friends at the Rod and Gun Club, and before long he had a couple of new guns. One Saturday he was feeling really down and called one of my sisters. What could have been a great opportunity for him to seek help was wasted. Instead, he picked up his 22 handgun, went to the living room where my sister-in-law was, said "Bye baby!" and shot himself in the head. HE shouldn't have had a gun! If he had to work at finding a way to commit suicide, maybe those minutes would have given him time to think. I miss him so badly. It didn't have to end this way.

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