
Suzanne was a blogger who wrote lovely poetry and was a photographer with an incredible eye. She was beautiful. She had children. She was bipolar, and like so many of us, had a hard time dealing with Christmas. She killed herself Christmas Eve last year. It was about this time last year I found out about Suzanne's death, so it's now I think about her, like a lovely melody I can't quite name, or a line of poetry I can't quite place. I will always think of her during the holidays, and like many of you, I'll always wonder if there was something I could have said or done that could have kept her with us.