My dear SS, Today marks one year since you left us. One year since you made a conscious choice to take your own life. Somehow that time has gone so slowly, and impossibly fast at the same time. Those first few months were the roughest--wrestling with the guilt, the sense of failed responsibility, the unanswered questions, and the

Once upon a time, my great grandparents built a cabin at Fallen Leaf Lake in California. There, along with many other families, they built a community. My grandmother, Virginia Chandler, helped to start the Fire Department, which still celebrates her each year with a wine tasting. My grandparents spent many summers there, and a few winters, as did