9 weeks into this, and while there has been much difficulty, a glimmer of hope/happiness has emerged. We were approved for our non-profit, Logan Charles Memorial Foundation, and have been working overtime to get everything up and running. So far we have a rough website (very rough website, I have never been a web designer, but I am learning slowly just how it all works), the bank account open, our name registered, etc. I have been applying for affiliate programs like crazy, which has been time consuming, but also moderately successful. Basically, when people shop through one of the links on our website, a small percentage of the sale is paid out to the non-profit (100% of the money earned goes back to the non-profit, and people clicking through our links doesn't cost them any more than if they had went directly to the site. Its a win-win situation.). That, in itself, has been excellent.
In the upcoming week, we are planning on getting the foundation formed as an LLC, and eventually the plans will be to incorporate under a 501 c(3) charity, although that is going to be at least a few months yet. We were fortunate enough to meet Crystal Jennings, who has helped tremendously for us in getting this off the ground. For those of you who have not yet met her, she is running for our Franklin County Auditor this election. I personally put my full support behind anyone with a work/helpful ethic, such as her own. If she is willing to work this hard, for people she didn't know, and caring less whether she gets their business or not (mainly just wanting to make sure she does all she can to help them), then I am sure she will do a fantastic job in the elected position.
With so much of our time devoted to getting the non-profit up and running, I have not had as much time to sit and be depressed, although those times do still come, they are not as frequent this week. Maybe it's because I am channeling all my energy into something good, that will stand as a tribute to our son's name. This does not mean that I do not miss him greatly, and nothing will ever truly fill that hole in my heart. With time, it hopefully will mend over, but never truly be gone.
The hardest part of the week, is the part that should have been the most fun. We had our church picnic/hayride this last Sunday, which was a wonderful time and we surely had tons of fun there. While we were kept busy playing games, eating, and talking amongst excellent company, no issues really arose. It was hard when I was able to see just how much fun the little ones were having in the bounce tent, and running around, because I knew that I should be taking care of one at that same time, and watch the wonderment on his face at the people around.
The silence on that drive home was deafening. I felt it, Shannon felt it, and there wasn't anything we could do. It was just emptiness. We swung in to visit his grave that night, and all we could do was weep. The night was beautiful, and we did not belong there, rather at home around the fire-pit, enjoying the awesome October weather, or inside on the floor, watching Gunner curl around Logan
-Corey A. Zuroweste
Oct 20, 2010
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