My brother committed suicide after facing a prison sentence. It is a really difficult thing that when you meet people (even for years afterwards, it still happens to this day 13 years on) and they just want to talk about the circumstances behind his suicide and the things that get him to that point. Having people consistently drag it up for you really hurts at times.

I also have experienced the name-calling thing. My mother, at times, ends up calling me by my brother's name. I think that is the hardest thing at times, because clearly she's not over it (he shot himself with her in the next room).

I really do feel for Noah. It's not something you ever truly get over (here I am posting about it 13 years on), just something you just got to learn to deal with. I found that for me, I had to find a healthy coping mechanism/hobby to get through those first few years. Life still goes on man.