Does suicide haunt some families? Like a theif in the night, stealing the sanity of it’s victims. In 1975 my grandfather died by suicide. No warning, no goodbyes. That very day I told him I was going to give him his first great grandchild. He told me he wanted a 9 lb baby with the family dimple in the chin and he wanted a boy. He hung himself that night with his own belt in the downstairs shower. We were all devastated. I had that 9 lb baby, a boy, with the family dimple. I named him after my grandpa that I loved dearly. […]