None of this will bring Rick back, but it does make me feel better. I feel the restless need to DO SOMETHING about all of this pain leftover after suicide shredded my life. I want to spread hope and help and awareness.
I ran out on my lunch break at work to pick up the t-shirts I ordered for my team. Our team is Rick Lives On and the shirts reflect that simply. They look exactly like this except there is a small "afsp.org" at the bottom too.
I can't believe that on Sunday there will be 40 people wearing shirts with my husband's name... walking with me for him... it's surreal. Because he should be here. And he's not.
I did something kind of silly. I ordered Rick a shirt in his size. I don't know why. I thought it was silly even while I did it when I placed the order. But I still did it.
I'm still sick, but I'm hoping to kick this cold by Sunday.