(3/10/08) everybody i know was inspiring to me

(Entered in paper journal at 6:26 AM at Starbucks on 56th Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I sat near my mother, possibly like I sat on the floor and she sat in a chair. She read a letter dated something like 4/13/65. The envelope in which the letter came (?) may have had the date written on it in palish blue crayon.

My mom was saddened by the letter. She showed it to me. The page was a picture of a dark pine forest lit from the back by bright white light. In white lettering in the foreground was a short statement along the lines of "everybody I know was inspiring to me." Down in the left corner was a bunch of technical information or contact information.

This was the suicide letter "my mom's brother" had written. It had just been rediscovered. I realized the goodness in this man's heart and what a loss the man's suicide had been. I began crying uncontrollably.