I’m like my mom, in times of seriousness, I find the joke. No matter if it’s appropriate or not, I’m gonna need that smile to survive. And surviving is obviously something that I’ve found to be futile in my life over the last 5 years. I wish I could say the same for others in my family, maybe they didn’t get enough smiles…. Smiling to Survive - My life's journey after my little brother completed suicide, serves as a vessel to project my feelings and thoughts on life after loosing a sibling to suicide and the destruction death has left in my family.