I remember hearing a lot about relatives that commited CTB when i was young. I didn't understood suicide back then, so it didn't affect me that much. Ironicly enough, a father of one of my childhood friends - that died from natural causes - was the only death that really got stuck with me. Not even when my grand-grandmother died i felt so sad. We used to play a lot, he was like a second dad to me. I even got to experience being around him while he was drunk once and... It is kinda sad to remeber: my friend and i were in the same room, playing some tabletop game, and he just burst in crying saying how much he loved the two of us. I don't know why, but, in that moment, i didn't felt afraid or anything like that, i just felt loved. I can't explain. He was pure, in a way. I gonna miss him very much.