It is impossible to not be sad about suicide. I think what makes it sadder than murder is the fact that the person suffered from a delusion that there was no hope for their life and failed to see how special they were to others. There were so many special things about Leanna that even strangers fell in love with her through reading her blogs and hearing her story. If only the depression, or other mental illness, had not blinded her and deceived her as to how special she was and how loved she was. IF ONLY SHE HAD KNOWN! That is part of what is so haunting! Suicide is the greatest self-deception.
Years ago, a high school girl hung herself in a bathroom stall at school. Her little brother was in my stepson's school so he was obviously upset. She was going through some of the normal things kids go through...parents splitting up, not making the cheerleading squad, boyfriend break-up, and gaining weight. A few days after the funeral, I took my stepson to her gravesite that was overrunning with flowers. I explained to him that death was forever. I told him that in 10 years he could come back here, and she was still going to be in the ground. She would never go to prom, get married, go to college or have children. I explained that she had thought nobody cared, but she was wrong. She was 16. In two years, she would have been able to make her own decisions and change the problems in her life. I told him that life was hard, but when it seemed unbearable to reach out to others and tell someone. Just find a way to make it through the hard times. I'm glad I had that talk with him and showed him that grave site that was overflowing with love and grief all around it, because he did have hard times and his mother and aunt both committed suicide several years after this happened.
To me, this is what touches us so deeply is that a special person who is loved is so overwhelmed by wrong functioning in their brain that they can't see how special they are, how loved they are and the hope of a future. It is such a horrible waste.