I Never Said Goodbye
by Theresa Brogna
(Hood River, Oregon)
My beautiful son Kyle passed away 2 years ago. He was 21 years old. He had been an insulin dependent diabetic for 14 years. He never truly accepted his disease. He suffered from depression and began taking drugs to numb his pain. Eventually he became addicted to heroine. His father and I were horrified.
As a result of his addiction to drugs, he stopped taking his insulin. One night he fell into a diabetic coma and never woke up. We are still devastated. I still can't believe he is gone. A friend found him alone on his bed. My sweet baby died alone. Did he suffer? Was he scared? These are questions that race through my mind when I am trying to sleep. I numbed my own pain for awhile with alcohol, but have recently stopped drinking.
The pain is unbearable, but we get up each day and fight for some sense of normalcy. I am trying to face the pain, as I am sure many of you can understand. This journey is a hard one that I didn't ask for, but need to deal with to honor his life. I pray for my peace and the peace of all you dear people who have also suffered this loss.