On September 21, I received the worst news of my life.  My 22 year old son, who had been suffering from depression for 9 years had taken his life.  I had moved to my new home in August.  My son lived with my ex-husband since the divorce 3 years ago, and we had a close relationship.  On Friday, Sept. 20th I was at work.  I am an RN and had started my new job on Sept. 3rd.  So many changes in my li…