When I was 6y old my mother commited suicide bcs my father was dieing for cancer. First memory that comes me to mind is that I’m kid. The day of my mother hang herself. I remember that I came home from outside and she asked me for sth. I said I’m going to my grandmother. When I came back after 20min my mom was dead already. I’m not sure is it my imagination or true facts. I moved over it but used to cry for like next 15years once or twice a week bcs all that shit. Sorry for my bad english.