In our late teens we separated, my friend went away to college. I went to see her once at Iowa University. She came back home from time to time then one day- when I was 25 and so would she be soon (days), her family called me to tell me she had killed herself. How do we explain that to ourselves? On her record player, (a week had gone by before anyone bust into her apt- this is 1983) was "Tea For The Tillerman" over and over. She had swallowed a bottle of 250 aspirin. She bled to death through her stomach. We had so many good times. I dream of her at least once a week, I like to think of it of her "visiting" me. Even when it's a bad dream, it's ok, cuz it's a visit from Barb.