When our high school buddies die, it feels much too soon, even if we have since become parents of high school grads ourselves. I'm sorry for your loss. (And I love that name, Kicklighter.) What an awful addition to a dialysis patient's sufferings: a son commits suicide. The everlasting WHY has no answer. And then his kidney transplant doesn't keep your friend going, after all, and now he too is gone.

Like my sister who was on dialysis, he put up a good fight for a long time. (For her, half of her life was spent in and out of hospitals, feeling under the weather or downright miserable. But never ready to die.) Again, I'm so sorry for your friend, his loved ones, and the void he leaves in his passing.