My uncle that I was extremely close to committed suicide when I was 15. All I remember is my mom telling me what happened and then me being in my room rocking myself back and forth. For a while I thought that I had fully grieved but now, at 18, it almost seems like it's getting harder to deal with. I don't know if maybe at 15 I wasn't fully ready to handle such a trauma or maybe now I'm just realizing all of the things he missed out on like teaching me to drive, the prom, graduation. It's really hard for me to talk about it with most of my family and friends. It's like I almost feel as though I should be over it, or at least not be this sad still.