Today I was told by my 20 years old son in a hand written message that he ‘could not take this anymore’.

‘This’ being his recently diagnosed depression.

Half an hour later the Transport Police was at my door informing me that indeed, a young man fitting his description had been found on the rail tracks at our local train station. They handed me the keys and wallet in his pocket and described his clothes.

This happened 6 and a half hours ago.

I had been thinking of starting a blog for a long time but today seemed to be the perfect day to do it as my dearest friend who knows how to do these things is staying over tonight and could help me do this. On my own I am useless. As my son would say with a snigger – it is funny to watch ‘old people’ working on a computer.

Seeing it is Day 0 today, I am numb and exhausted. Yet, I am grateful for the gift that he was and always will be.

Kids are gifts, to be loved and cherished every moment of everyday!