On July 7, 2004, I lost my big brother, Jedd, to suicide. His severe schizophrenia made it hard for him to hold down a job, keep an apartment, or connect with people - even those he loved. Despite his illness, Jedd was a passionate musician, fantastic hugger, and all-around kind and generous person. I hate that his illness eventually caused him to take his own life, but I understand it. I love my brother and miss him every day.