“To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.” DeathStarsSuicideCopingDied Too Young Book:History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life Source: History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life