“The day before my birthday in 2009, I was surprised to see a mail truck delivering a birthday card from my Uncle Billy that cost $15 in postage. I was stunned! The next day, he called me on my birthday, ending our conversation by saying he loved me. It was a little unusual that he would send that card and actually say he loved me, as he was a quiet person by nature. But I was turning 30 and nine months pregnant with my first child, so I didn’t really focus on his behavior.
The day after my birthday, my uncle died by suicide.