I've been lurking for a while until I could talk about this. It's been just a month since my grandson took his own life. He was only 20. I miss him so much. He did it in our home which makes it all the harder to have to live here. The memory of finding him just won't go away. When it gets dark in the evening I have a hard time with the images in my brain. I'm afraid to walk around the house unless it's well lit. He's on my mind constantly. Will the pain ever go away? I know I should remember the good times but it's so darn hard right now.