Ten years ago, on 15 June 2012, my second son Aaron died by suicide at the age of 32. He was brilliant and funny, articulate and eccentric. When he died I was destroyed, as were my wife Christine and my other three children, Alvin, Bredon, and Taryn. Aaron was beloved and cherished by each of us. I was swallowed up in a fire of sorrow and grief that consumed everything inside of me. I mean that quite literally. I quickly became an empty shell. I wept uncontrollably day after day for over a year.