That film was an unusual piece for Robin Williams, but brilliantly done. As I recall it, it also suggested that our notions of heaven are also self-created and directed. The self-induced death of a loved one is difficult for the loved ones left behind. I have found it easier to accept such things by recognizing that it, first and foremost, was their decision, not mine, and that the probability I could have prevented it is nil. At some level, we might take it as a rejection of us, much like a divorce or the end of many other kinds of relationships. I'm not inclined to accept that view, but I know many do. A period of greiving may be appropriate, a mourning of what you view as your loss, but that's vastly different than assuming guilt.

Just know that your presence here is always appreciated.