Two weeks ago, my daughter phoned me to tell me a sweet boy, who we had to our home many times over the years, had died. He grew up with my youngest son. He came to birthday parties and sleepovers. I taught him in school. He was a gifted artist and sweet, obedient child. As he became a young man, he was known for being a loyal and generous friend. He was extremely bright, talented, and artistic. He felt things deeply and always made those around him feel loved. But, on a seemingly normal summer day, he posted to social media, that he could no longer handle the difficulties of…