Well, I can see that no one has read my first blog. Maybe I don't have a jazzy enough name for my blog but I thought that maybe out there are more people who have thoughts about what it's like to deal with depressing issues like grieving. That's not always what I'll write about but it's the reason why I started this. I went to the foot store this evening to buy some good running shoes. My son had a list of things he wanted to do. I found it when I was going through his stuff after he passed away. One of them was to run a mile in 10 minutes - I think he did it one time in 11 minutes when he was at The Citadel. He was always working out. He was a great wrestler in high school and even made it to the state finals. Then he hurt his shoulder on one of his last matches so he couldn't continue. I fixed up my exercise room with all of his trophies, medals and awards in it. I thought finding that list with his goals might motivate me to work out. Maybe do some of the things he never got to do. I'd love to ride to the Beach from here (which is about 200 miles). I signed up for a half-marathon the other day so it would get me started on running and getting in shape. I'd like to get some shirts printed up that say I'm running in honor or memory of him. I'd also like to get in touch with groups like Drug and Alcohol Prevention groups and even Suicide Prevention groups to see what I could do to help others. My children's dad committed suicide in 1995. I think my son thought about that a lot even though he never talked about it. And then he ended up dying from an accidental overdose of prescription drugs. It was a mixture of oxycotin that was in his system and alcohol. He had been taking those because of a cut he had on his arm - one that required stitches. I know he didn't mean to do it because he had just started his life...telling me he was transferring to the journalism program at USC (he had been a business major). I think that young kids really need to know the dangers of mixing drugs with alcohol. If anyone out there is listening, please tell me what I can do to help so other parents, friends, brothers, sisters, loved ones won't have to go through what I've been through.
Until tomorrow.