"Today, a day like any other day. My awareness full circle. Scratching away at my very soul. The evils which I now know. The terrible sight that I see. In the darkest corners of the world. In the deepest pits of despair. The four corners of nowhere. All the good is cancelled. My heart is nestled. Hanging on a fine thread, me. " I wrote those words long ago after my brother killed himself. What happened so long ago is like yesterday in my mind's eye. Many of you reading these words know exactly what I mean. Many are just now facing the horror of it. We are part of a club. A club no one ever wants to be in. We are the survivors of suicide. We are the people left behind in the wake of unending despair. We stand witness over one of the most devastating acts a human being can do. Strangely, when most people think of suicide, they think it is an act someone does to themselves. Ironically, nothing can be further from the truth. I believe God has called upon me to write a book about this subject. Whether that voice I hear pushing me towards this is God or whether it is just my subconscious calling out to me, somehow I feel this needs to be done. If not for me, but for the countless many out there of who only they can understand. The horrible truth is, if you are not in this club, you simply cannot understand. It is not something you can learn, but something you can only experience. It is something I would not wish on my worst enemy. I want to explain what it has been like for me. I want to talk to you about what I think it takes to reconstruct your life and faith after suicide. I want to tell you about my brother, Keith, along the way.