This day I remember too clearly. The day I was told that my father killed himself. I remember all my aunts, uncles, grandpa, and grandma just telling me stories about him and showing me pictures of him. I clearly caught on. My heart sunk. I had never felt so hurt in my life. I cried for what seemed to be hours. The funeral came along every since that day. My life changed. It changed my perspective. My mind. My thoughts everything. I changed. I became very depressed but I managed to keep in very well hidden. I tried looking on the bright sides of things. But I couldn't, I mean how could I? He brought a smile to everyone's face. He was the sunshine in the room.