It's been a year and there hasn't been one day that I haven't thought of him. When I haven't wondered if there was more we could have done. If he might have still been with us if we'd known how broken he was inside. It hurts to think about how unhappy he must have been, how much he was hurting and no one realised. I'm sorry, Jack. I feel like we failed you, like I failed you. I have to forgive myself though because you didn't want any help. I have to forgive myself because even your closest friends had no idea and I have to forgive myself because I wont make it if I don't.
I'll always love and miss you - until we meet again.
Missing you always, brother