20 years ago I was home from college. Most of the fam went to brunch. I wasn't feeling it so I stayed back. I answered the phone at home and it was the Sherrif.
My uncle was dead of a self inflicted gunshot wound.
I was shaking taking the info down and thinking I would be a softer messenger, I told the family. It was a day burned in my memory. We all took it hard, but I was the messenger.
Looking back, the police are trained to deliver this news and resources. I feel like even though I knew, I could have left and taken a walk and let the professionals deliver the news.
I think it changed my relationship with those family members and not positively.