Speaking to Save a Life

November 8, 2015 / djuanadreed / 5 Comments

As the weather changes, as the brisk air chills me, as the beautiful colors of fall are around me, I feel like a zombie that stuck around from Halloween. I am staring ahead and putting one foot in front of the other with my arms stretched straight out guiding me to the next destination. All this while there is an ache that is heavy weighing down my heart. The ache does not let up. It hurts.

Perhaps it is the change of weather triggering the sense of the seasons of holidays ahead. Holidays are hard for those who are grieving the loss of a loved one. Perhaps it is one of the waves of intense grief that come and go. That happens. Perhaps it is those things and all of the speaking I have been doing telling Riley’s story.

To speak and tell Riley’s story takes strength in a new form for me. If you have ever heard me speak, I have a small “baby” voice. Yes, it is true. It has been my whole adult life that the phone rings, I answer and the sales person on the other end says, “Is your Mom home?” and my regular reply is, “I am the Mom.” I have to work to speak loud enough for the room to hear me.

I do not speak in front of people well. My mind gets jumbled. I cannot remember everything I would have written skillfully with purpose and order. I have no skill in speaking. I have quit worrying about skill- instead of trying to do it perfectly, I sit down and tell Riley’s story to the students. I talk to the teens as if they were in my home sitting on the couch with me. Mother mode is easy for me.

Mother mode also opens me up to feel for who I am talking to. I want to protect those precious lives in front of me.

To tell Riley’s story over and over is to relive my nightmare. To speak to the students as a mother who has lost her child to drugs, to beg for them to hear his story and make a different choice than Riley made is draining. It is an opportunity I am thankful for.

I want Riley’s death to not be in vain. My hope is that Riley’s story saves a life.

The impact of my telling his story has already shown as teens (both boys and girls) line up to hug me when I am done. Many step up to me with tears in their eyes. Some uncontrollably crying, telling me their experiences with drugs. This is the case often for the teens that are living with drugs and addiction in their family- these experiences have affected them deeply. Kids are coming into the counselors’ offices individually- needing to talk, to share, to ask for help.

If you have been following me over the last year, you may know about the purple WWRD (What Would Riley Do) bracelets that were made by Riley’s friends to wear and remember the unconditional love he gave to others. I have been handing them out to the students when I speak.

I share the original purpose of the bracelets because that is who Riley was. I also tell the students, I am hoping that when they look at the bracelet, they think to themselves, What Would Riley Do? Riley would say it’s not worth it. He was looking forward to college. He didn’t even get to walk across the stage and get that high school diploma. His life stopped at 18 because of trying a drug.

The bracelets have become something the students are embracing. If they didn’t get one, they are stopping in the counselor office and asking for one. Perhaps the bracelet gets thrown into a drawer, ends up under their bed or thrown into a jewelry box. Perhaps in the moment they need to remember Riley’s story, that person opens the drawer, finds it under the bed or inside the jewelry box and remembers a boy like them died by his choice to try a drug.

It is like playing russian roulette using drugs. You do not know what you have. Riley didn’t. There are too many stories to count of teens who have died using drugs for the first time. It only takes one try. If there isn’t death, there are teens in wheel chairs, half blind, in a hospital bed on a ventilator and many others are chained to drugs by addiction. Addiction ruins lives, is difficult to beat and all too often ends in death.

I HATE DRUGS. I hate that Riley is not here on this earth anymore because of them.

I wish I was making a phone call to Riley in his dorm at NAU to hear about his week. Instead I am looking out a window wrapped in a sweater with an aching heart. I am watching beautiful leaves of red, orange, yellow and brown fall to the ground in the breeze wondering how to have more opportunities to tell Riley’s story in hope to save a precious life. FullSizeRender

I LOVE YOU, Riley.

It’s Snowing!

November 19, 2014November 23, 2014 / djuanadreed / Leave a comment

It is snowing. There was no grace period. One day it was sunny and working outside weather and the next it is cold and I am scrambling to layer up to stay warm. I am sitting by the window watching this light fluffy white stuff float down and stick to the ground. The green grass is slowly turning white. I will have to take Bert out in it today. Bert came out of Pennsylvania as a pure bred Bouvier puppy. He hasn’t seen snow since he was 8 weeks old. He is 6 now. He was definitely hot in Arizona always looking for cold spots on the tile to lay. With his furry coat, he is equipped to be in the snow. Already as the weather has changed to cold, he has been out in the yard laying in it when I am bundled up shivering. As I get acclimated to the cold and wonder if I am going to be able to handle being cold, he seems to be saying, “Finally I am comfortable, bring it on. ”

I have never started over in a new place before. I am not comfortable yet. I wonder how long it will take til I am for I know this is where I should be. I am very uncomfortable when I think of Riley. For me, time is not something that makes the pain less. I cry more. I ache for him more. I work harder at diverting my thoughts to get through those moments, minutes, hours, days of pain. I am not very good at diverting right now.

Too often these days I wake up and immediately start to cry. Riley is now in my dreams. He hadn’t reached them yet until now. I see him walking into a room with his soft blonde hair flowing as he moves. I see his face with that grin he had. I hear people patting him on the back and chatting with him. He looks at me with that twinkle in his eye. I can almost smell him. I hug him in my dreams and feel his soft skin. We have short conversations like we did, like he is still here. It feels so good to see, hear and touch him. It is like it should be. Just like it was. I wake and only reality is here with me. He is not here anymore. And it hurts. It hurts real bad. It is a stabbing ache of an empty space without him.

I love my boy with all of my heart, well what is left of my heart. There is a chunk of my heart gone now. I hold that stuffed dog which was not a favorite stuffed animal of his. It is just a soft dog that I bought him one year that sat on a shelf for years. I grabbed it and kept it with me because it was something to hold when I am sad and missing him. I have a broken leather belt loop that I hold too, a guitar pick, a rock he had saved sits by my sink with the other rocks the kids had gathered and given me over the years. Two of the rocks are naturally shaped like hearts. Handed to me by my children as a treasure found. I hold the rocks randomly. I pass Riley’s picture, touch it and tell him that I love him. Sometimes I wail and cry hard. Sometimes I cry softly letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

As I watch my news-feed on Facebook, I see more stories of young adults who have died from drugs. I feel for their parents. I know the pain and anger that they feel. My sweet baby boy is gone and each day it gets harder. My strength decreases with time. My stamina deteriorates and I wonder how I will survive the loss of my son. Even when I declare that I will survive, there are moments I don’t care if I do. Then I remember this happened for a reason and I will make the most of this tragedy to help others. I must.

As Bert digs his nose in the snow trying to figure out what this fluffy white stuff is, I dig my nose in to figure out life without my son. This experience is not fluffy or white, it is hard, dark and just plain unwanted. I had no grace period. One day Riley was here and the next he was not. I do not think, Bring it on! I think, Can’t we go back? One step at a time, I go on. One stinking step at a time.

I will continue to share Riley’s story in hope that his story will steer a person in a different direction then to try drugs. Riley was a good kid that made a bad decision. That’s usually how it begins.

I love you, Riley.

Fall Leaves Fall

October 26, 2014October 31, 2014 / djuanadreed / Leave a comment

As I sit on my porch, I can hear the the leaves falling off of the trees in the front of my yard. The colors of gold and browns of various shades float to the ground and scatter in the green grass below. A squirrel busily moves around the yard. The sky is overcast. The sun will appear later today. There is chill in the air as I sit here bundled in my jacket. In the middle of my front yard, there is a dead tree. It needs to come down. It is brittle losing branches. It sits there with no life to it. I feel that sometimes- lacking of life. I won’t fall down. I will not.

As I emptied boxes yesterday, I came across the things I brought with me to hold onto memories of Riley. I hung my head and sobbed more than once during the hours I was amidst his things. As I settle into my new home, as this place becomes more comfortable and familiar, the pain of losing Riley gets strong again. I was so busy for the past few weeks. My mind was distracted. I now am settled in. The pain, the unending pain of losing my son to drugs grips me. I can’t get away from it. I can’t get out from under it. It sits on me like a heavy load. Why can’t he still be here? Why did God allow this to happen?

He was a vibrant young man who had a future set before him. Many years ahead to conquer the world or at least make a dent in it. His intelligence was unyielding. He spent his time making friends of strangers and effecting lives by his sheer presence. Chasing an idea. chasing an experience that he somehow thought would be worthy of his 18th birthday celebration, he took acid. He sent a snap chat with the blotter on his tongue. He wrote of the joy he felt at the beginning of the trip, he begged for help at the end of the trip and in the end, he took a gun and shot himself. I shutter at the terror he must have felt in the end. I cringe at the thought of the gun to his chin and the sound it made as it went off. His smile forever gone in that moment. My smile forever changed in that moment.

My tears fall like the leaves. I am dead and brittle with the pain that overwhelms me. I will not fall down. I will not allow this pain to drop me to the ground. There is beauty in all emotions. If there was no pain in life, we would not be motivated to move, jump, leap, change something. We endure the discomfort after a work out knowing there will be a gain, strength in the future. An addict must feel discomfort, pain in order to want the change in their life. If we hate our job enough, we might just get up and find a new one. Happy. Sad. Angry. Mad. I have discomfort. I am aware. I cannot shed it. I will not sit still and be overwhelmed with my pain. I will do something with it.

Riley’s story needs to be told. It is of a kid who had been accepted to college who played tuba in the school band, won debates, sang in the choir, hugged freely, made people smile by his smile, changed the unsuspecting lives of those that crossed his path, grew up in church, gave to others, took or asked for little, smart as a whip and funny too. He helped people accept themselves as they are. He showed love no matter what the circumstances. He played guitar, piano, tuba, and saxophone. He was one to hear a song, sit and pound it out on the piano or self teach it to himself on the guitar. He knew computers well. He was/is my son. One I am still very proud of. He died because he tried LSD. Teens should know this story and realize it can happen. I am here to tell the story, to plow through the pain so that perhaps one teen will remember Riley’s story in that moment of making a decision whether to try a drug- any drug. Drugs kill. It’s not worth it. We are not invincible. It can happen. It happened to Riley.

Riley’s memory stays. Our love for him doesn’t falter. That love and memory will sustain me. I will not fall down.

I love you, Riley.