Roughly one month ago, my older sister committed suicide.  She was my best friend and confidant in our adult lives, and lovingly maternal caretaker when we were young.  Young (30s), brilliant and beautiful, she had so much life yet to live.  We were both emotionally and physically abused by our parents; one is a mentally ill addict and the other, a physically disabled enabler.  It was through sharing this traumatic childhood that our bond was indestructible.  Few people can relate to such a…