SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
"I'll see you in my dreams, we'll meet and live and love again..." Bruce Springsteen In my dreams I see my grandfather, George. We are at Fenway Park, a Red Sox game on a bright blue Saturday afternoon. Just another one of our glory days together. In my book of dreams, I am walking with my girlfriend, Anne. As the sun was setting on a Saturday evening, we stop and kiss, soft kisses beneath Spanish moss. As the sun was rising on Sunday morning, our eyes smile as we softly kiss good morning. My grandfather and Anne both died by suicide. When you have lost a loved one to suicide, your memories of the past become your present dreams. The magical moments of a Christmas morning, a birthday filled with pleasant surprises, first day of school, graduations and wedding days -the day you were caught in the rain, the weekend trapped in a blizzard. Remembering a walk along the beach and writing "I Love You" in the sand, holding hands as the plane lands in a distant ci