Christopher Troy Craig, 31

I fell in love with him as a little brother, when he was just 15 and I 17. Troy stood over my husband's shoulder on our wedding day, grinning and winking at me - he was a part of the deal. They were a package. This big, strong, trunk of a man, who was going to be there, if something happened to my husband, unequivocally, had not asked us for help, had not told us just how hard his days and nights had become. There are too many things that I wish I could say once more, at all, to Troy. How much I loved him and wanted him with us, how much I would do, to keep him here - but this is the same weight that all of us, who have known this type of loss, must bear. The only thing we can do is gather together, to remember our love and to do our best to hold others back from the edge of that cliff, to tell the ones still fighting this most difficult of fights, this very moment - that we love them, we want them, to ask them please, please don't go.