The first death that devastated me was my best friend when we in our late teens. A suicide, and the loss far overshadowed the fatal means employed. Acceptance of his death was to be a long ways off.
Through the decades that followed, there have been many more suicides and I've never really understood the whys or the wherefores - but I've never felt any anger, or anything other than sadness for the loss of a loved one and friend.
I think the word is 'empathy' - I don't understand but I can accept.
