I was left with a suicide note, a half used bottle of old perfume, and photographs as evidence of my mother's daily efforts to be okay. It took me 20 years to write a song about my mom's suicide that contained acceptance and compassion for her experience while also holding space for my lack of understanding. I needed to give life to this song in order to end my chase of "her ghost" and all the aspects of my life that were taken or lost the night she died. Reverie is for her as much as it is for me. It has healed parts of my heart that I am now able to lay to rest in a more peaceful and accepting existence.