
Our Board Of Directors

Melinda Vail
Melinda Vail is an author, speaker, hypnotherapist specializing in childhood trauma, and a Medium. Known as "The Medium Who Makes a Difference", Melinda has made it her life's work to teach spirituality for everyday living. Although her roots are firmly planted in her Christian background, as a Medium, Melinda gives evidence of life after life.
With a son who suffers with severe clinical depression, Melinda has first-hand knowledge of the fear and hopelessness this disease can bring. Melinda has dedicated herself to bringing hope and comfort to those who have lost loved ones to suicide.
William Larew is an author, speaker, entrepreneur and business owner. Having a successful law trustee business in South Texas, and as a former two-term Mayor of a small town in Texas, as well as other leadership roles, Bill brings his expertise in bringing TAPT into a viable non-profit organization.
Being a survivor of suicide himself through his mother's death at age five, Bill is devoted to creating tools and education for suicide and its aftermath.
With a son who suffers with severe clinical depression, Melinda has first-hand knowledge of the fear and hopelessness this disease can bring. Melinda has dedicated herself to bringing hope and comfort to those who have lost loved ones to suicide.
William Larew is an author, speaker, entrepreneur and business owner. Having a successful law trustee business in South Texas, and as a former two-term Mayor of a small town in Texas, as well as other leadership roles, Bill brings his expertise in bringing TAPT into a viable non-profit organization.
Being a survivor of suicide himself through his mother's death at age five, Bill is devoted to creating tools and education for suicide and its aftermath.
Dr. Denise Campagnolo

Dr. Denise Campagnolo, Senior Director and Head of US Multiple Sclerosis, serves as the Media Liaison Officer
Denise graduated from the Ohio State College of Medicine in 1988. Her clinical and academic years were spent first as Associate Professor at UMDNJ-New Jersey Medical School, now Rutgers, devoting 11 years to academic pursuits. Afterward, she served as Director of the Neuroimmunology Program and Director of the Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Clinic for 6 years at the Barrow Neurological Institute, Phoenix AZ.
Denise graduated from the Ohio State College of Medicine in 1988. Her clinical and academic years were spent first as Associate Professor at UMDNJ-New Jersey Medical School, now Rutgers, devoting 11 years to academic pursuits. Afterward, she served as Director of the Neuroimmunology Program and Director of the Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Clinic for 6 years at the Barrow Neurological Institute, Phoenix AZ.
Theodora Schiro

Theodora Schiro serves as Treasurer for Through A Parent’s Tears. Theo was a teacher and school administrator for over 36 years. Having lost her son to suicide in 2011, she now works to increase awareness of depression and other mental health disorders by educating school personnel in suicide prevention.
She is also a freelance writer for non-profits and businesses that provide educational products and services.
She is also a freelance writer for non-profits and businesses that provide educational products and services.
Eric Faas

Eric Faas is a Tempe, Arizona native. He is a graduate of Arizona State University and completed law school at Willamette University College of Law in Salem, Oregon. Eric is serving on the board of Through A Parent’s Tears as Vice-President.
Eric is widowed and lives with his two surviving sons in Tempe.
Eric is widowed and lives with his two surviving sons in Tempe.
Sharie Campbell

Sharie Campbell is serving as Secretary for Through a Parent’s Tears. Her son, Brandon, is featured in the documentary and is the inspiration for her work with the organization. Brandon died by suicide in 2012 at age 16.
Sharie wants TAPT to help bring healing and comfort to other parents who have lost children by suicide, and to also bring awareness to the public in hopes that their story will help suicide prevention efforts. Sharie has owned her own Commercial Collection Agency for the past 26 years and has recently sold that business and retired.
Sharie wants TAPT to help bring healing and comfort to other parents who have lost children by suicide, and to also bring awareness to the public in hopes that their story will help suicide prevention efforts. Sharie has owned her own Commercial Collection Agency for the past 26 years and has recently sold that business and retired.
Stories
Michael Choppi

Michael Choppi
Parents: Mike and Kim Choppi
Growing up, Michael was a child in constant motion. If he did not have a ball in his hand or a soccer ball at his foot, he was constructing masterpieces with his legos and Lincoln logs. He would terrorize his siblings in one moment and in the next cover for and protect them.
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Mike and Kim Choppi
Parents: Mike and Kim Choppi
Growing up, Michael was a child in constant motion. If he did not have a ball in his hand or a soccer ball at his foot, he was constructing masterpieces with his legos and Lincoln logs. He would terrorize his siblings in one moment and in the next cover for and protect them.

Michael Choppi
Mike and Kim Choppi
Growing up, Michael was a child in constant motion. If he did not have a ball in his hand or a soccer ball at his foot, he was constructing masterpieces with his legos and Lincoln logs. He would terrorize his siblings in one moment and in the next cover for and protect them. He was goofy and kind and loved without condition. His talents on the soccer field earned him a scholarship to a four-year university that unfortunately, his “broken” knee would not allow him to pursue. His knee took him off the competitive playing field, and almost seamlessly he redirected his energy and found continued happiness in the outdoors. It was where he was most at peace, where his smile stretched the widest. Whether he was gliding down snow-covered mountains on his board or hiking up those mountains providing the geological history of its formation, it always felt good to experience it with him...provided you could keep up. Michael knew early on he wanted a family and was looking for someone special to build his family with. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his whole heart, and if you were so lucky, you could feel his love come through his sensational hugs.
In the month prior to Michael’s passing, he seemed more outgoing and gregarious than usual. It was fake...forced, and we could see through the act. It was as if he was wearing a happiness mask, attempting to convince both himself and those around him that he was, in fact, happy and not drowning in pain. It was upsetting for us to see him like this and we simply wanted our Michael back. The day of his passing began as a normal Saturday, Michael had been helping with yard work, we had been running errands and so on. Later that evening, we had sat down to watch a movie, while Michael stayed locked away in his room. A friend of his had come by the house, we invited him in and directed him down the hall to Michael’s room. After a minute, his friend came back to the living room explaining that Michael did not appear to be in there. This seemed odd, so we got up and looked around, checking the garage, opening bedroom doors. Not a thing in this world could have prepared us for the sight we took in next.
When we found Michael, he was in his closet. We got him down, and I immediately began CPR, Mike called 911, and within minutes our house was flooded with first responders providing care and attempting to save the life Michael had just decided to end. What followed were days that bled into one another, a makeshift camp in the ICU, and numerous medical tests. The tests confirmed what we feared most, Michael’s brain had been deprived of an adequate supply of oxygen for too long, and life beyond a ventilator was not likely or possible. In the end, our family carried through and honored Michael’s wishes. From a very young age, he had been registered as an organ donor. In his death, he gave others a renewed chance at life.
Suicide has a strong stigma attached to the act. The effects of suicide go beyond the person who acts to take his or her life; it can have lasting effects on family, friends, and communities. Educating, discussing, and bringing to light the warning signs and resources available for those suffering from depression or suicidal ideation helps to reduce the stigma.
I want people to know that our story as a family goes on, that each of us has dealt with his death in our own way. I think his death has also changed each of our outlooks on life and what we want out of that life.
Brandon Campbell

Brandon Campbell
Parent: Sharie Campbell
Brandon was a very smart and kind boy. As a small child, he loved to use his imagination to play with dinosaurs, anything Star Wars related, and read books. He had a lot of medical problems and was diagnosed with Failure to Thrive as a baby and had to be fed through a tube in his stomach.......
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Parent: Sharie Campbell
Parent: Sharie Campbell
Brandon was a very smart and kind boy. As a small child, he loved to use his imagination to play with dinosaurs, anything Star Wars related, and read books. He had a lot of medical problems and was diagnosed with Failure to Thrive as a baby and had to be fed through a tube in his stomach.......

Brandon Campbell
Parent: Sharie Campbell
Brandon was a very smart and kind boy. As a small child, he loved to use his imagination to play with Dinosaurs, anything Star Wars related, and read books. He had a lot of medical problems and was diagnosed with Failure to Thrive as a baby and had to be fed through a tube in his stomach, so he was used to many quiet indoor activities. He loved playing with his older sister as well, and she was very attentive to him. As he got older, his medical difficulties improved. He got SCUBA certified at age 10. He went on many cruises to tropical climates where he loved to dive with his dad and sister. He felt at home in the water and even went on a shark cage adventure and many deep sea fishing trips. In High School, he joined the Speech and Debate Club and was a member of the Academic Decathlon team and enjoyed participating in those activities. In his teen years, he did struggle with depression and anxiety though. He went to a doctor and counselor for help and was in the process of being diagnosed with Asperger’s, which would have helped explain some of his unusual quirks which made him a bit different than his peers. He did not have many friends, and he was bullied a bit in Jr. High and High School, which contributed to his social anxiety and depression.
On Jan 2, 2012, he was scheduled to take his final driving test to get his license. His dad and I were at work, and he texted me that he couldn’t find his wallet and he needed that to drive as it had his permit in it. We talked a bit, and I suggested he look around more but if he could not find it, that he would have to call and cancel his lesson. He then texted a short time later that he had found it and all was fine. When we got home, we discovered that he had taken his life that afternoon around 1:37 pm according to the note he left. Our world was shattered and turned completely upside down, never to be the same again.
Brandon was gone at age 16, 1 month shy of his 17th birthday.
The journey of dealing with such a tragedy is a long, painful and difficult one. Suicide does not just touch those who are poor, uneducated or uninvolved in their child’s life. I think that is a common misconception that it could never happen to you. It impacts families from all walks of life and does not discriminate as to who it touches. Brandon was receiving help from a doctor and counselor so we were aware that he was struggling. He chose to not fully participate in this treatment though, always reassuring us that he was doing fine and not to worry about him. He never really expressed the extent of his pain or share how much he really needed help. I think he grew tired of trying and just could not see how it was ever going to get better. He thought that no one outside of his family cared about him or that few would miss him. He had over 400 people at his funeral, so he misjudged the extent that he impacted others.
I think his message to others is if you need help, reach out to those who can help you, but also accept their help and participate fully in overcoming your obstacles. That you can recover, but it takes effort and determination. To recover from a suicide loss also takes great effort and determination. I have found that skilled grief counselors are very helpful. I did EMDR to help with the PTSD that I suffered from. Speaking to a medium like Melinda Vail has been one of the biggest gifts that has helped me to know that even though Brandon’s physical body is dead, his soul lives on and he still exists and has a wonderful life. I am happy knowing that he is at peace and no longer is in pain.
Thomas Campagnolo

Thomas Campagnolo
Parents: Tom & Denise Campagnolo
Thomas was the oldest of our two children, he has a little sister Emily. He was extremely intelligent, so obvious from a young age. He was kind-hearted and so well liked at school by his friends. They wrote on Facebook after he died, .......
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Parents: Tom & Denise Campagnolo
Parents: Tom & Denise Campagnolo
Thomas was the oldest of our two children, he has a little sister Emily. He was extremely intelligent, so obvious from a young age. He was kind-hearted and so well liked at school by his friends. They wrote on Facebook after he died, .......

Thomas Campagnolo
Parents: Tom & Denise Campagnolo
Thomas was the oldest of our two children, he has a little sister Emily. He was extremely intelligent, so obvious from a young age. He was kind-hearted and so well liked at school by his friends. They wrote on Facebook after he died, “I knew Thomas since elementary school. To this day I have never met someone with a more genuine, kind heart. He would always wave or say hello whenever we saw each other and was always always always smiling. With a heavy heart, I say he will truly be missed.”
There were so, so many posts like that. I think it was very fatiguing and draining for Thomas to be happy to the outside world when he suffered inwardly. His sensitive nature caused him to feel others’ pain. He was truly an empath.
His aspirations were to go to medical school, become a doctor and help people. Helping others was more important to him than helping himself. His laughter was contagious and uplifting, his friends still comment on his laugh.
Thomas suffered from severe depression, he was likely bipolar. He took his life on Saturday, July 18th, 2015, while a student at U of A in Tucson, two weeks after his 20th birthday. He took his life with his pistol, but we know that if he didn’t have that gun, he simply would have found another way. The gun was not the issue, a mental illness that was poorly treated by his psychiatrist and psychologist was the issue.
The most important thing we want people to know is to take mental illness very, very seriously. If the mental health professional you have is not good... find another, don't stop until you find the right one.
Exactly one month to the day before his death he was in his psychologist's office and said to his psychologist that suicide was an option. The reason why I know this is that Thomas recorded on his iPhone the entire 59-minute session, unknown to the psychologist. When I found this recording, I brought the psychologist in front of the Arizona Board of Psychologist Examiners with a formal complaint. It took almost three years, but on March 7th, 2018, the board suspended his license. Dr. Nelson DeJesus Ph.D. was found to be grossly negligent, abandoned his client and demonstrated professional misconduct. He helped my son take his life by doing nothing. See the decision of the board here:
https://psychboard.az.gov/complaints-investigations/board-actions
And the really sad part is Thomas told me this psychologist was not good, but he took our insurance plan, so we didn't listen to Thomas. We will never forgive ourselves.
Kieran Viliborghi

Kieran Thomas Viliborghi
Parents: Kim and Chad Viliborghi
Kieran was 13 years old when our lives changed forever. Kieran was one of the most caring and the kindest young man you could know. He was always concerned with making sure everyone was happy around him, and he brought immense joy to our lives...
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Parents: Kim and Chad Viliborghi
Parents: Kim and Chad Viliborghi
Kieran was 13 years old when our lives changed forever. Kieran was one of the most caring and the kindest young man you could know. He was always concerned with making sure everyone was happy around him, and he brought immense joy to our lives...

Kieran Thomas Viliborghi
Parents: Kim and Chad Viliborghi
Kieran was 13 years old when our lives changed forever. Kieran was one of the most caring and the kindest young man you could know. He was always concerned with making sure everyone was happy around him, and he brought immense joy to our lives, as well as the lives of everyone he came in contact with. During his memorial service, he was described by his elementary principal as a “piece of heaven,” and that is truly who he was. To me, his mother, he was my light, losing him was devastating, and that pain has touched every part of our lives.
When a child brings such light into everyone’s lives, once he leaves this earth, he takes that light with him, and it leaves a darkness for us all to deal with, while we also grapple with the unbearable “why.”
Kieran and his sister had a childhood friend that lived down the street from us. Through the years she started to get in trouble at home and school, making choices that we did not support as a family. My daughter agreed with us to break ties with her, my daughter being 2 ½ years older than her brother, we thought that this would be the end of our involvement with this girl. Once Kieran started junior high, he was in the same school as this girl, and they picked their friendship back up, we were not happy with this decision, and as parents, we voiced that opinion. When my daughter told me one day that Kieran and this girl were “going together” we decided that this had gone too far. My husband and I told Kieran that we did not like this girl, that her values were not values that we agreed with as a family, and we could see that he was starting to be affected by this relationship with her. We told him that we did not want him to be near her anymore, for any reason. Of course, this was not what he wanted to hear.
Two days after Christmas in 2008 my husband came home from running an errand to find him standing outside our house talking with her. When he came into the house, my husband asked for his phone and x-box controller because he was grounded, and we would talk about it later as a family once I got home. That night we sat down in the living room and discussed it, and we told him that it was over, and he was grounded for the rest of the break. He looked at me and said, “Mom, she will think that I don’t love her anymore.” Looking back on that statement I feel tremendous guilt because I missed just how serious that this had become to him, at least his feeling of not wanting to hurt her. We ended the conversation, and he went back upstairs to his room; he was upset. Again, looking back, I had no idea just how upset he was. It was about 20 minutes later that we heard a noise that I did not recognize. My husband yelled “What was that?” and there was only silence. He immediately got up and ran up the stairs, and I followed to find our son laying on the floor in our bedroom with my husband’s service weapon lying beside him. In a moment of emotion, he had taken his life. It was a decision he made in a moment that has changed all of our lives forever; it could not be taken back.
At the time of my son’s passing my husband was a police officer, and I taught 8th grade, there could be no more of a textbook scenario for people who should be able to recognize the signs of a possible suicide, but there were no signs because this was not a “typical” suicide. This was a horrible mixture of emotion and hormones; Kieran was not depressed. This is not the typical scenario that people are taught to look for and because of that, we believe it is important to teach young people how important it is to recognize that there is always a new day and that this too shall pass when they are dealing with teenage pain and angst. I still teach 8th graders, and every year I tell them the story of my son, so they will recognize that they are in a period in their life that is filled with emotion and hormones that they cannot control, but they can control how they react to them. When they encounter a break-up or a disappointment, we want them to remember that tomorrow the sun will still come up, and it will be a new day. I want my students to know that this isn’t a Netflix show, that suicide affects people in a way that is devastating, and no one will ever fully come back from it.
When Kieran took his life, I needed answers, I needed help. I looked everywhere for someone who could understand my pain and grief, I looked everywhere for comfort. There wasn’t a great deal out there to comfort me. We want parents to who suffer this devastating loss to know that they will get through it, and what that really means, from people who have lived through it. Parents who have experienced this need to hear from the survivors of this tragic situation, so they can hear that they can get through this horrible experience and know that they aren’t alone. Sadly, this road has been traveled too many times before them, we want to help them to navigate it.
Eric Gouveia

Eric Gouveia
Greg and Marianne Gouveia
Eric was an adventurous soul – He loved our family camping trips and our beach vacations. His absolute greatest joy was spending time with his family and especially his brother Joey. Enjoying the outdoors, enjoying the sun, playing a little volleyball, sitting around the campfire dancing the famous Gouveia “Rice not Ice” dance.
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Greg and Marianne Gouveia
Greg and Marianne Gouveia
Eric was an adventurous soul – He loved our family camping trips and our beach vacations. His absolute greatest joy was spending time with his family and especially his brother Joey. Enjoying the outdoors, enjoying the sun, playing a little volleyball, sitting around the campfire dancing the famous Gouveia “Rice not Ice” dance.

Eric Gouveia
Greg and Marianne Gouveia
Eric was an adventurous soul – He loved our family camping trips and our beach vacations. His absolute greatest joy was spending time with his family and especially his brother Joey. Enjoying the outdoors, enjoying the sun, playing a little volleyball, sitting around the campfire dancing the famous Gouveia “Rice not Ice” dance. Wow – and the cousins – Grady, Abbie, Samantha, Kara, Marc, Gina, David, Ben, Cole, Haley, Carmela – they were as close as cousins could be.
Eric had a profound and abiding love and respect for people with special needs. He grew up with a very special brother, Joey, and he grew up with a very special Auntie, Ann Marie. He often spoke out against stereotypes, prejudice, and negative attitudes towards people with special needs.
The most important people in Eric’s life were his brothers, Joey and Robby. They shared bedrooms, they shared hopes and dreams, they shared their fears. Joey and Eric were the best of buddies and Eric was ever so protective of Joey as they went through grade school together.
Eric had an incredible wit and intellect, his joy in having the philosophical discussions, delving into the world of politics, discussions over the rights and the wrongs of the world, discussions of religion and humanity. He loved to tinker on the piano, and he had a quirky humor and his unique perspective on life.
On February 24th, Eric had called me to talk. As we talked, he said that something was happening to my brain, he said he didn’t feel right. On Friday, February 26th, 2016, I exchanged multiple text messages with Eric. We had agreed that I would come by on Saturday and we would go to breakfast – Saturday, February 27th. On Saturday morning, I called him but did not get an answer. At that moment, I knew something was wrong. I kept calling, and texting, and threatening that I needed him to pick up the phone, but to no avail. I got in my car and drove to his apartment. I had a key, when I walked in, I saw him hanging – he had been there for 10 hours. He had a note by his side, “I hope that Jesus can save me now.”
Because of the rise in suicides, the time has come for society to seriously address this by providing additional funding for suicide prevention, which means that more education is needed and more funding for prevention research is needed. Currently, mental health research receives a very small amount of funding in the overall NIH mental health budget. More research is needed to identify risk factors along with the development of tools to identify people eat risk.
In addition, suicide is so stigmatized in our society today. People are not willing to talk about it openly. With open talk, people can’t get the help that they need. Fear of social rejection, ridicule, discrimination, and judgment often keep people from sharing their struggle. If people felt as comfortable talking about their mental health struggles and if the communities were better able to support them, we could see a marked reduction in the number of suicides.
Mary Jane Faas

Mary Jane Faas
Parent: Eric Faas
In the spring of 2015, Mary Jane took her life, noting to us that she simply didn’t want to live the kind of life that she felt destined to live. Her mother, Cheryl, took her life in the spring of 2017, nearly 2 years later after being unable to manage her own grief, noting to us that she felt like she had failed ...
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Eric Faas
Parent: Eric Faas
In the spring of 2015, Mary Jane took her life, noting to us that she simply didn’t want to live the kind of life that she felt destined to live. Her mother, Cheryl, took her life in the spring of 2017, nearly 2 years later after being unable to manage her own grief, noting to us that she felt like she had failed ...

Mary Jane Faas
Eric Faas
My name is Eric Faas, and I was born and raised in Tempe, Arizona. I met my wife Cheryl McRae at Arizona State University in 1991. We both graduated in 1993 and got married the next year. The following year, we started attending law school together at Willamette University College of Law in Salem, Oregon. During law school, our first child Nicholas was born. We graduated together in 1998 and returned to Arizona to practice law. Our daughter Mary Jane was born in Arizona in 1999. We later returned to Oregon, where I worked for a real estate development company. While in Oregon, our son Cameron was born. After returning to Arizona in 2003 for a general counsel position at a development company, our son Ethan was born in 2004.
We lived a seemingly idealistic life until our oldest son Nicholas entered his teens. He suffered from depression; however, after several difficult years, he began to learn how to manage his own emotional dynamic. Mary Jane started experiencing what we thought was something similar in her 13th year. It proved to be a far more difficult and complex problem, one which she was unable to manage the way Nicholas seems to. Despite the help of numerous doctors and therapists, we were unable to adequately treat or even understand how to help Mary Jane. Despite a battery of medications changes, outpatient services, inpatient services including trauma hospitals, behavioral hospitals, residential treatment centers, residential/therapeutic boarding schools, and even changing local high school several times, we simply couldn’t understand what Mary Jane needed.
In the spring of 2015, Mary Jane took her life, noting to us that she simply didn’t want to live the kind of life that she felt destined to live. Her mother, Cheryl, took her life in the spring of 2017, nearly 2 years later after being unable to manage her own grief, noting to us that she felt like she had failed Mary Jane and needed to be with her. As the spring of 2019 begins to roll by, my boys and I are beginning to find peace and normalcy; however, it’s a very different normal. The impact and confusion of losing the girls still remains ever-present, albeit, thank God, in a far more manageable way. We have learned how to be happy again, and to be grateful for, and look forward to our life together.
Brent L. Valentine

Brent L. Valentine
Karen and Wes Lawson
Brent was a happy boy; also a jokester. He had a serious side and was sensitive. When he was little, he loved his “good night” ritual of having his forehead rubbed. He’d say, “Mom, do this” and put my hand on his little forehead. He has one sister whom he adored and admired; a strong bond between them.
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Karen and Wes Lawson
Karen and Wes Lawson
Brent was a happy boy; also a jokester. He had a serious side and was sensitive. When he was little, he loved his “good night” ritual of having his forehead rubbed. He’d say, “Mom, do this” and put my hand on his little forehead. He has one sister whom he adored and admired; a strong bond between them.

Brent L. Valentine
Karen and Wes Lawson
Brent was a happy boy; also a jokester. He had a serious side and was sensitive. When he was little, he loved his “good night” ritual of having his forehead rubbed. He’d say, “Mom, do this” and put my hand on his little forehead.
He has one sister whom he adored and admired; a strong bond between them.
Brent adjusted to his parents’ divorce which happened when he was six. I remarried. He bonded with his step-dad and was in constant contact with his biological dad. Things were going very good.
He did very well academically; sports not so. He liked to read and “write.” He attended writing seminars at UCLA. He worked diligently on a movie script that he named “The Slow Melt.” His goal was to write and produce movies. He was in a good place.
Huge interruption: Just weeks before his high school graduation, his biological father was arrested for child molestation. He attended the hearing and learned it was true. His father went to prison. Brent was devastated.
Next blow; his beloved dog died. He was so sad.
Time for a change.
Off to L.A. to pursue his dream not realizing this could take years. He had made important connections, but it was going slow. He registered his first script with the Writers Guild of America and started a second script.
Brent was becoming very depressed and wasn’t the young man we knew. He was short-tempered, was drinking, out of control at times. We helped every way we knew, but it wasn’t enough.
He made more than one attempt to get help through St. Luke’s Hospital, Magellan Health, etc. and was consistently turned away saying he was fine; didn’t fit the criteria. Another blow.
We received the call that changed our lives forever. He had jumped 170 feet from a hotel ledge. My son was finally at peace.
Mental illness is not a sign of weakness; the issues are confusing and take a lot of effort to grasp how sensitive it is. The public desperately needs more education; more awareness of how to “read” signs of despair which could lead to suicide.
We cope by keeping Brent in conversations, remembering him with each holiday we celebrate. We see several “signs.” I keep a journal and “visit” with him.
Always with us; never forgotten. DAY BY DAY
Joss Schiro

Joss Schiro
Steve and Theo Schiro
In the spring of 2011, our 21-year-old son Joss was a senior at Arizona State University, ready to graduate with degrees in both psychology and biology. He was a passionate and brilliant student, fascinated by current brain research. He had plans to continue his studies of neuroscience ...
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Parents: Steve and Theo Schiro
Steve and Theo Schiro
In the spring of 2011, our 21-year-old son Joss was a senior at Arizona State University, ready to graduate with degrees in both psychology and biology. He was a passionate and brilliant student, fascinated by current brain research. He had plans to continue his studies of neuroscience ...
