My brother tried to kill himself yesterday. He was supposed to be coming home for Thanksgiving but instead decided to hang himself. Someone saw him through the apartment window and called the police. He is now in an ICU. They called his wife. They have been separated. She moved out in the spring. Their divorce is not yet finalized. It was going to be his first visit with my parents without her in many years. I knew that he was dreading it, I guess I didn’t know just how much.
My brother is named after one of my father’s young cousins who tried to fly out of a window and died. He thought that he could fly like superman. My father the psychologist always blamed his cousin’s parents for praising their son too much. According to my dad, they made him believe that he could do anything. He in turn took the opposite approach with us. Especially with my brother.