I came home that Monday night, hurrying in and out of the house .. annoyed that David didn't get up and come help. Then I went in and touched his body to wake him... and he was so cold.
..and All I know is I want him back. I want to hold him and touch him and buy him Mountain Dew .. and even cigarettes. I hated that he smoked, but now it doesn't matter... I even wish I could buy him cigarettes. You see what I thought mattered so much didn't,.. doesn't, .. because all that matters is loving David.
I recently heard the statistic that 1 in 6 youth have attempted suicide. One in six. And my heart broke all over again. I need to make a difference. I need to help. If I can make a difference so that there is one mother or one father who doesn't have to bury their son or daughter, I will have succeeded.
...Because David won't come back.. And my heart is broken.. and I don't want you to have to endure this heartbreak. I don't want to lose another child.
I believe that many people who take their lives in their 20's, or 30's, or 40's, have walked the cliff of suicide for many years, trying desperately not to slip over the edge into the darkness. I know they can learn skills and create a life of joy. That they can turn their back on the edge and never walk it again! Because I have been able to do this.
I've seen it happen!
So in honor of David and his big heart... this is my work I am called to do.
And I can't wait to wrap Davids' big heart and my arms around your sons and daughters.
We've got to save lives!!