Another tough day

Yesterday was the local American Foundation for Suicide Prevention "Out of Darkness" walk at George Mason. Our friend Rita organized a group, and I went over for it.

Gotta say that I could have happily spent the rest of my time on earth never setting foot on the Mason campus again—dredged up way too many memories. But ultimately I was glad I went.

They do some neat things, like giving attendees bead necklaces in various colors, with various meanings:

Lost a Child – White
Lost a Spouse or Partner – Red
Lost a Parent – Gold
Lost a Sibling – Orange
Lost a Relative or Friend – Purple
Struggled Personally – Green
Support the Cause – Blue

Kind of interesting to look around the group and see other white beads, be reminded that we aren't the only ones. I mean, I know that, but it's easy to forget.

It was also, of course, a 10th—the 10th 10th, in fact. And now it's 9/11, with attendant media frenzy. Makes me want to crawl into a hole for a while.

www.afsp.org—there are local chapters everywhere.