March 27, 2020 was a perfect day. My whole family was together because, thanks to COVID, both my school and my brother’s school had gone remote. We had stayed up late the night before playing cards and eating takeout from Olive Garden, and got to sleep in that morning. We had lunch together, eating leftovers and watching “How I Met Your Mother.” We went for a walk that afternoon, and talked about nothing and everything. It was the perfect day — until it wasn’t. Until I went to get my brother for dinner and found him. Until my mom and I got him down and I started CPR. Until the paramedics arrived and tried to resuscitate him for 45 minutes. Until they stopped trying, and we were told that my baby brother had died by suicide.
