I just got back from the visitation at the funeral home. I was surprised to see it was open casket. Nick looked pretty good, I guess. It was very sad. I felt so useless, standing there and having nothing I could do to help his parents but say “I’m so sorry.”

The funeral is tomorrow. There was talk of burying Nick next to my brother Brian, but apparently that’s not an option so he’s going in a different cemetery altogether. I got some information for local support groups that I’m going to give to his parents when I see them tomorrow at the service.

This is the first (and hopefully the last) time anything like this has happened in my family. We can only speculate as to why, but apparently there were a lot more problems than most people knew about, and my nephew must have been suffering horribly.