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.

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Clean Sheets

September 27, 2014 / djuanadreed / Leave a comment

One week from today I am hitting the road and moving to Kentucky. I have purchased my very own log cabin in the woods to write in. As I get ready to leave, I am savoring the heat of Arizona summer and the convenience of McDonald’s french fries being a hop, skip and a step away. There’s a list of things, relationships, feelings, smells, sights I have soaked in as I know it all changes soon. I am a third generation native of Arizona and this is all I know. I picked a place that holds new and different experiences ahead. I am up for the challenge! Yet while I am here, I have had some hard tasks.

One of those is going through Riley’s pictures, school projects and papers that I had saved over the years. There have been many smiles as I pull things from boxes and files. Like this one which I absolutely love!

I also feel the sadness of seeing pictures of Riley as a baby and realizing at the moment the picture was taken, there was a promise of a life that would last to an old age. I counted on that. I assumed it. I dreamed of what his life would be like. I smile when I see the ‘I love you’s’ written to me from him over the years. From preschool age to 17, there are notes and messages telling me what I say to him daily.

If that hasn’t been hard enough, cleaning his room for the last time took a big toll on me. I finished it yesterday. Alot of tears have been shed in the last 48 hours being in that room. Alot of talking to Riley has happened. Mostly I tell him to please come back and that he should be here. In the last almost 5 months since he died, I have taken naps on his bed and laid there hugging his pillows. I have stood in the middle of the room and looked around for long periods of time absorbing the feel of his space and how he made it that. You can see what he loved in the space of his bedroom.

Now it was time to clean it up. The first task was to strip the bed and wash the sheets and comforter. His smell is gone now. I had buried my head in his pillows and cried over the past months. Now the sheets and comforter have a clean smell to them. That’s a familiar smell too but still, the last time he laid in that bed is gone. There were still dirty towels and the shorts he wore that night on the floor. I washed those too. It felt like a goodbye as I put them in the washer.

On his dresser there were tuxedo shirt buttons that I missed when I returned his choir outfits in May. Many times I had gathered those and made sure he had them for a choir concert. There were pens, pencils, concert stubs, receipts and a lot of dust. There was a receipt for dinner where he had taken his girlfriend on prom night only a week before he died and a short Golfland pencil that he had used to keep score when they went goofy golfing after prom. There were guitar picks sat on shelves, his desk and by his bed. Loose change, empty glasses, school passes and broken sunglasses. I picked these things up and organized them in a cup of change, a cup of pencils and pens. I threw away things like the broken sunglasses though even that was hard since they had touched his face at one time. He started wearing this exact style of sunglasses at a very young age! Look what I found!

I also found a treasure in a shoe box in Riley’s closet. His WWF wrestlers had been safely tucked away. Oh how Riley and his best friend, Ryan loved everything to do with WWF. He had a plastic wrestling ring and a pretend champion belt. I heard, “Let’s Get Ready to Rumble!” in my head as I held the plastic figures in my hand. I can picture Riley’s joy and I’m up to something grin as he and Ryan were running up and down the stairs playing and doing little boy things. We did have to keep an eye on those two!

The things that I have collected from his room to take with me remind me of parts of him. His gray and purple Vans that used to sit at the bottom of the stairs, an ASU sweatshirt I bought him to remind him of my alma mater knowing he was going to go to NAU. I have a guitar pick, books, his tuba mouthpiece, a rock he had saved along with all kinds of random tiny small things that were held by him at one point in time that will surely bring a smile and a tear to my eye in the days, months, years to come. I can pull them out when I need them. I have this sense of did I get everything I want to take with me? How do I pick the physical things that represent Riley as I leave? Did I get what I need? I’m not sure. The most precious and important things are in my head. That goes with me wherever I go.

As I finished dusting and vacuuming Riley’s room for the very last time with the sad realization that he is not going to come home and mess it all up, I stood back, looked at the clean space in front of me, cried a little more then took a deep breath. One step in front of the other! Just one step at a time is all that is needed. That I can do.

I Love You, Riley.

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My Name: Riley Reed Peterson

September 5, 2014 / djuanadreed / Leave a comment

I found this treasure in a box of pictures. It is a sort of handmade puzzle Riley made. I think he was a first grader. It is hand cut in different shapes with a question in each piece. Each question has Riley’s handwritten answer. It is a sort of who is Riley type of project. His answers are candid and true to who Riley was at age 6. What a great age! I see the twinkle in his eyes when I think of Riley at age 6.

My Name: Riley Reed Peterson. (I love that he wrote his whole name.) My Birthday: May 3rd. (Yep, the day he was born……. and died.) My favorite animal: a prona and a shark (He loved the water.) My favorite food: An ice cream sunday (Of course!) Where I was born: Scottsdale, AZ (He was 7 lbs 7 oz, 21″ long and born during a Phoenix Suns playoff game.) My favorite book: Wackey Wednesday and Capt. Underpants (Copies of those books are still on his bookshelf in his room.) What I like most about our school: the cafeteria and the playground. (For sure those are the best parts of school.) What I do well: Beat my grama at checkers. (I can see the pride on his face now.) My wish: That I was rich and I had a dirt bike and a million dirt bike stadiums. (He had big plans starting at a young age!)

I think Riley Reed Peterson who was born on May 3rd, who loved the water and to swim had outgrown his interest in sharks and piranha’s. (Note how much of a little boy that is to like dangerous water animals!) He favored elephants as a teen. He wasn’t a big fan of ice cream anymore though he never wavered from his love of pizza. In that hospital in Scottsdale, Riley took his time arriving into this world. Braden had come so quickly. When my water broke, Braden was delivered in minutes. I was prepared for Riley to be a replay of my quick delivery of his big brother. It was not at all. It took medication and waiting for Riley to arrive thus Greg had time to watch the Suns playoff game while we waited. He did eventually arrive in due time- Riley timing. Riley enjoyed reading Captain Underpants books at that age. Me too! At 17, he enjoyed books that made him go “Hmm” and contemplate deep questions that have no answers. I think Riley still thought the world was his playground. He traded playing checkers with Grandma for playing chess at Coffee Rush with whomever was up for the challenge. He often beat his opponents at chess too. Riley gave up his love for dirt bikes for an interest in cars, guitars, vinyl, and computers among many other things. I imagine that he is pretty ticked that he didn’t get to the rich part. I fully expected Riley to reach his goals he had set for himself. He dreamed big. I loved that about him. I don’t think anyone should put limits on their dreams- they happen.

Forever May 3rd will be a painful day for us. What once was a day to celebrate his life now will remind us of the end of his life. A curious 3 year old that drew on the back of my leather couch with an ink pen. A curious 7 yr old who almost was successful in peeing off the balcony of a top floor hotel room. A curious 12 year old that spent hours learning the ins and outs of computers. A curious 14 year old started the process of teaching himself how to play guitar. A curious 17 year old tried a drug labeled as acid that had promises of a psychedelic spiritual experience. That last bout of curiosity killed him. Curious isn’t bad. We learn from our curiosity and mistakes made. This is a lesson of curiosity that was a mistake. A fatal one. That is a puzzle piece of Riley’s life that has been written that I will never be able to fully accept.

I Love You, Riley Reed Peterson.

Belonging To “The Riley Group!”

August 31, 2014 / djuanadreed / Leave a comment

I just woke up to a dark room. I took an accidental nap on the couch. There are on purpose naps and there are I closed my eyes for a second naps that I would say are accidental. I woke up with an urge to start searching through some of Riley’s email and Facebook. I go in spurts where it seems doable to dive into Riley stuff and other times I cannot, so I don’t. I am trying to know what by looking? I am not sure. I am seeing things that were personal to Riley. Things I wouldn’t have seen ever if he wasn’t gone. There are moments while I look that I don’t think that I want to know. There are more moments I think I do want to know. I have had the privilege of knowing Riley better by the stories that have been told to me by random people about him. I am thankful to see him through their eyes.

I went way back in messages to 2009 and saw Riley as an 8th grader. I could hear his immature voice and the pre-teen thinking in what he wrote as a 13-year-old. He made a group called “The Riley Group!” He did that because I had found a Djuana page on Facebook and had found out there were other Djuana’s in the world. I know, hard to believe others are named Djuana but last I looked there were 33 of us. Riley messaged a bunch of people of all ages with the name Riley asking them if they wanted to join his group. No one joined. Dangit, I want to go back and make that endeavor successful for him. Why wasn’t I paying attention then and helping him make that group? Should I have been? I remember when he did it, he announced his plan to me. He even wrote on the page “‘my mom joined a group called the djana group so i decided to make a riley group, all Riley’s join the group!” He misspelled my name. (I’m smiling.)

While looking at his Facebook, I also came across his musician/band page made in 2013 called “I Got Lost” where he posted a recording of him playing “Black Bird” on his guitar. I cried listening to it. I could imagine his fingers on the strings with his head down while he played. We know he recorded other songs that he had written. We haven’t found where he downloaded them yet. I hope we can find them. It feels very important.

I happened to be in the choir room this last year when some of the students were performing for the class. Riley and another choir member sang a song. Riley played his guitar. I heard him, came out of the back room and stood in the back while I watched my boy sing and play for his peers. The choir teacher later told me she saw the pride and joy on my face as I listened. I am sure she did see that.

Riley was on the cusp of feeling more successes in life, in college and beyond. I wish he had lived to have seen those successes. I wish he hadn’t taken that pill. I hope he has heard the stories people have told of how knowing him changed their lives. How he made a difference for the girl who was contemplating suicide. I hope he knows how grateful that boy is that Riley took the time to befriend him. I hope that he is aware of how many lives he impacted. There’s a story by a girl who was in the hall crying. Though Riley didn’t know her, he went out of his way to distract her from whatever was making her cry. He said something random which is what he often did to get people’s attention. That created a conversation, her smiling and ultimately feeling better. My son, with a smile and a personality to match, had made people’s days where ever he went. He had 800 people who filled the church pouring into make shift seating at his funeral that would have belonged to “The Riley Group!”

I sat with a counselor this week and she told me grieving is a hard process. She said to give myself a break. That losing a child tops the list of losses. I get that. I know that. It must be the umbilical cord between us that is never really gone. The distance between us pulls me, yanks me, and holds me to him. I won’t ever let go.

I continue to wish that this is a bad nightmare and that I will wake up. Something tells me that 20 years from now I’m still going to be hoping, wishing, pleading to wake up. Oh, my sweet baby boy.

I Love You, Riley.

Dear Riley

August 25, 2014 / djuanadreed / 1 Comment

Dear Riley,

I miss you so much. I thought about you a lot today. I took Hailey to lunch. She moved into her dorm and will start classes on Monday . She got a tattoo to remember you by. Can you believe Aunt Chelle & Uncle Mark gave her no argument about that? You should have been checked into your dorm at NAU and starting classes. It’s hard not to think about that.

You are always on my mind. Can you hear me tell you ‘I love you’? Every time I see a picture of you or something that reminds me of you, I tell you. I know you know. I just need to say it out loud to you like we said it to each other every day.

I have a baby picture of you on my laptop as my wallpaper. It is you with your peach fuzz blonde hair and rolls of fat that look like muscles as you are propping yourself up. When I look at it, I want to put my nose in the crook of your neck and smell that sweet scent of you as a baby again. I want to blow bubbles on your tummy and hear you giggle out loud while you grab my hair. I want to take a breath, laugh with you and do it again! My sweet baby boy.

When I open my Facebook page, I see a senior picture of you as a 17-year-old peaking around a column with that smile of yours. I love your senior pictures. I am sorry that you never even saw them. There are some great ones that really reflect your personality, your love of music and who you were. I hate the word “were”. You still “are” in so many ways. Thank you, Bug. They are precious to have.

I’ve been going through pictures as I pack up stuff from the house. I’m moving. I bought that cabin in the woods that I’ve been dreaming of. It’s across from a lake. You might have even wanted to learn to fish with me. I know you would have liked playing your guitar on the front porch. I’m pretty sure I will be imagining you there a lot as I experience living there. It is really hard to see the pictures of you growing up and to remember your birthdays, school parties, family vacations and holidays. You were on your way. You were growing, maturing, changing year to year. You had reached adulthood. You only saw 18 for a few hours.

That wasn’t the way to celebrate your 18th birthday. Why didn’t you have friends with you when you took that pill? Did you have friends with you? I saw what you wrote that you felt a euphoria. I saw that you went to bed. The clothes you had on that night were thrown in the same place you always threw your clothes. The trip must not have been over. You called for help and they didn’t answer. What would have been different if they had answered? I can’t ask those kind of questions. We can’t change anything now. It is done. You are gone. We can’t bring you back no matter how many times a day that I wish that we could.

Riley, I want kids to know your story. I want them to know how your life ended so that they think twice about even trying a drug. I am sure that you didn’t expect this ending. I don’t like to think of those last few moments and the terror you must have been in. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to take care of you, to stop it, to help you. I am sorry that your life has been cut short. You aren’t the only one that has died as a result of synthetic drugs. There are too many kids dieing from using drugs. Their lives, dreams, futures are gone like yours. There are too many Moms, Dads, brothers and sisters feeling the same kind of grief as ours. I want you here with me. I want more pictures. The ones we have are the only ones we will ever have. It is not right.

I love you, Bug. You were my joy. You Are my joy! To have given birth to a little boy with a shining personality, that gave the gift of a smile to whomever crossed his path, is an honor. The lives you touched while you were alive are many. I pray that you can continue to touch lives and make a difference through all of this. I miss you so very much.

Love,

Mom

I Love You, Riley.

Play Your Guitar For Me

July 10, 2014 / djuanadreed / 3 Comments

It is late at night in a house in the woods in Kentucky. There are these awesome little bugs here that are called fireflies. They are a wonder. They blink. There are butterflies of all shapes and colors that come sit on my shoulder or stick to my pant leg. Everything is so very green here. I took a walk yesterday and came across a family of deer standing in my path. One big one turned around and stared at me for the longest time. I stood still and stared back. As I walked, a bull frog hopped across my path and crossed over to the other side. A hawk flew over my head searching for prey. The stars shine bright at night in the pitch blackness with no street lights. There are sounds in the woods that I don’t recognize. I wonder what I am hearing. I know there are coyote out there leering. I am thankful for Koda, the Doberman that stands watch near me. There are daddy-long-legs walking about and spiders sitting in webs. Nature is beautiful. Laying in the hammock in the shade under a tree with the breeze blowing is heavenly. God made this place. I am thankful to be here.

I am here, but my head is not here a lot of the time. I smile and hold pleasant conversation. I laugh at times. I find wonder in the little things around me and then I sink again to the pit of my grief for my son, my love, my Riley. I love him so much. He was my sweet baby boy. I don’t know how this could have happened. I don’t know how he truly can be gone. I listen to the stories about Riley that come from adults as well as his peers. I hear stories about how he changed their lives by the things he did, what he said, by his smile and his demeanor. That was My boy. He was a wonder in so many ways. His intelligence. His laugh. His musical talents. His computer skills. He effected many lives in a good positive way by just being Riley daily. Why did this have to happen? Someone please tell me.

Sitting and listening to someone playing an acoustic guitar makes me think of Riley strumming on his. I think of how I would stop whatever I was doing and listen to him play. I would be washing dishes and would stop, dry my hands and plop down at the kitchen table to listen. The tears well up in my eyes at the thought. It was a gift he gave me when he played his guitar and he didn’t even realize it. Sometimes he’d walk through the living room, stop at the electric guitar, turn the amp way up and play and I’d think, I like the acoustic guitar much better. I’m showing my age I fear with that statement. There was a time where he goofed around with the piano. He’d pick a song to play and mess with it without any music til he got it right. How about the time he decided that he needed to buy an organ, saved his money and sold a couple of his personal things to go buy a used one from a little old man. Watching him sing in the high school choir brought me such joy.

Tonight dinner was breakfast for dinner. I thought about the things I do with eggs and then the breakfasts I made which led me to think about what kid of mine liked what and then I cried. Riley memories make me cry. The memories of things I can’t have again that create silent tears rolling down my cheeks while my bottom lip quivers. I try to not hold the tears back but I probably need a walk in the woods to release some wales of crying to cleanse a little. It is not right to have to live without your child. It’s just not right. My sweet baby boy is gone and I can’t do anything about it.

Riley come back and play your guitar for me. I’ll make you some eggs. Please?

I love you, Riley.