BeatlesLuver225

Authors note: My grandfather shot himself in 1967 because he was religiously confused. It's been told to me that he felt like he had nobody to talk to. Not his parents, not his wife- Mary. Nobody.  I've had numerous dreams about him and I talking and it's like we're best friends. I love you, Grandpa Richard. I walked into the bedroom, and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, the same place I always found him. He was leaning on his knees, staring out the window. I walked around and sat beside him. He looked tired, his black, short hair disheveled, his light brown eyes were reddish. His tan polo shirt fit snugly and his gray dress pants w