M
Mystery_Meat
Guest
Partial outing alert: I covered a couple of meets she ran in, and reading the story, for as shocking as it is, it's not in the least bit surprising. Anyway, here's the story:
Track star was driven to perfection - and to suicide
By VICKI L. FRIEDMAN, The Virginian-Pilot
© November 13, 2006
VIRGINIA BEACH - "Perfectionism is a disease."
Startling words, given they are spoken by a father to a room full of parents who likely urge their children to reach for the stars.
Last fall, Dan Edwards spoke those words inside a packed Community United Methodist Church in Kempsville. The Virginia Beach School Board chairman was delivering his daughter's eulogy.
"Trying to be perfect rendered her unable to enjoy many of the simple things in life," he said. "We did not recognize this at first, but when we did, no amount of coaxing, playing or praying could relax her mental focus."
Pamela Sue Edwards was an accomplished cellist and distance runner at Tallwood High School, where she won two state track championships and three Eastern Region cross country titles. She was co-valedictorian of her class, got an athletic scholarship to Wake Forest and entered college as a sophomore because she had taken seven Advanced Placement classes at Tallwood.
She went on to study for her doctorate at the University of Pennsylvania's medical school. It was in Philadelphia that Pam took her own life.
She was 24.
Pam resisted fanfare throughout her stellar athletic career. She wouldn't have liked all this talk about her life - and death. The Edwardses know that, yet they hope their words will help another family.
They hope others will see what they didn't. Pam's perfectionism, they came to realize, hid a more desperate problem: a deep depression that haunted her for most of her life.
Dan Edwards apologized for Cocoa, the friendly schnauzer pup that isn't shy about hopping on the sofa. Cocoa headed in the direction of Billy Edwards, 28, who was happy to welcome her onto his lap.
The Naval Academy graduate and former Marine is a runner, too. Like his sister, Billy is highly motivated, but unlike Pam, Billy is outgoing and gregarious. He found ways to manage his goals while seeking outlets for the stress along the way.
"Pam," he lamented, "was never able to do that."
Their senior pictures sit side by side in the family's Lake Christopher living room. Billy, grinning, hair nearly touching his shirt collar, looks carefree. Pam wears a thoughtful expression. Her brown hair with blond streaks hangs neatly past her shoulders, serious brown eyes gazing forward. Around her neck hangs a running charm.
"That's Pam," her dad said with a nod.
Dan had just spoken with his daughter on a Sunday.
He was relaying details of Billy's performance in the Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon earlier that morning. Pam's mother, Sue, talked again with her that evening.
"Do you want to talk to Pam again?" she asked Dan.
"Ah, no, I'll call her tomorrow," he responded with a shrug.
Choking back his tears now, Dan removes his spectacles and stammers, "I never called her."
He tried. First on Tuesday. Then Wednesday. Finally early Thursday, Dan checked with the front desk in Pam's Philadelphia apartment building. No answer at her door, he was told.
"I know that," Dan said, and he urged the attendant to go inside. "She might have tried to hurt herself."
The attendant said Pam was probably in the group of students that had just left for classes. Please go in, Dan insisted.
Dan and Sue waited by the phone. Within an hour, the call came. It was the coroner.
Track star was driven to perfection - and to suicide
By VICKI L. FRIEDMAN, The Virginian-Pilot
© November 13, 2006
VIRGINIA BEACH - "Perfectionism is a disease."
Startling words, given they are spoken by a father to a room full of parents who likely urge their children to reach for the stars.
Last fall, Dan Edwards spoke those words inside a packed Community United Methodist Church in Kempsville. The Virginia Beach School Board chairman was delivering his daughter's eulogy.
"Trying to be perfect rendered her unable to enjoy many of the simple things in life," he said. "We did not recognize this at first, but when we did, no amount of coaxing, playing or praying could relax her mental focus."
Pamela Sue Edwards was an accomplished cellist and distance runner at Tallwood High School, where she won two state track championships and three Eastern Region cross country titles. She was co-valedictorian of her class, got an athletic scholarship to Wake Forest and entered college as a sophomore because she had taken seven Advanced Placement classes at Tallwood.
She went on to study for her doctorate at the University of Pennsylvania's medical school. It was in Philadelphia that Pam took her own life.
She was 24.
Pam resisted fanfare throughout her stellar athletic career. She wouldn't have liked all this talk about her life - and death. The Edwardses know that, yet they hope their words will help another family.
They hope others will see what they didn't. Pam's perfectionism, they came to realize, hid a more desperate problem: a deep depression that haunted her for most of her life.
Dan Edwards apologized for Cocoa, the friendly schnauzer pup that isn't shy about hopping on the sofa. Cocoa headed in the direction of Billy Edwards, 28, who was happy to welcome her onto his lap.
The Naval Academy graduate and former Marine is a runner, too. Like his sister, Billy is highly motivated, but unlike Pam, Billy is outgoing and gregarious. He found ways to manage his goals while seeking outlets for the stress along the way.
"Pam," he lamented, "was never able to do that."
Their senior pictures sit side by side in the family's Lake Christopher living room. Billy, grinning, hair nearly touching his shirt collar, looks carefree. Pam wears a thoughtful expression. Her brown hair with blond streaks hangs neatly past her shoulders, serious brown eyes gazing forward. Around her neck hangs a running charm.
"That's Pam," her dad said with a nod.
Dan had just spoken with his daughter on a Sunday.
He was relaying details of Billy's performance in the Rock 'n' Roll Half Marathon earlier that morning. Pam's mother, Sue, talked again with her that evening.
"Do you want to talk to Pam again?" she asked Dan.
"Ah, no, I'll call her tomorrow," he responded with a shrug.
Choking back his tears now, Dan removes his spectacles and stammers, "I never called her."
He tried. First on Tuesday. Then Wednesday. Finally early Thursday, Dan checked with the front desk in Pam's Philadelphia apartment building. No answer at her door, he was told.
"I know that," Dan said, and he urged the attendant to go inside. "She might have tried to hurt herself."
The attendant said Pam was probably in the group of students that had just left for classes. Please go in, Dan insisted.
Dan and Sue waited by the phone. Within an hour, the call came. It was the coroner.