One of my life long friends committed suicide last Friday. I have known Bob since for well over 30 years and am having a real hard time coming to terms with it. How can a person's burden be of such epic proportions that they see the only way out IS the a self-induced final check out? Why couldn't he of asked "I'm hurting...I need help"? I feel as though my life will never be the same without Bob in and the world has lost an icon.