Missing my Son , Anthony M Pignotti III
by Anthony M Pignotti Jr.
Anthony M Pignotti III
On November 26, 2010 my two sons were with me, their stepmom and both Grandparents in Hoboken, having a laugh together. It was the last i would see him alive. He went to visit his mother in Stanhope to have dinner for her birthday the next day. My youngest was home from his first semester at break from Johnson and Wales. He and his brother spent the week hanging out together. That night i got a call that he was having an asthma attack and the ems was there. When I got to the hospital, he had already passed. His lung had collapsed and it took 11 minutes for ems to get there. He was just 22 years young! Since his death my whole family is arguing with each other. My son lived with his grandparents in Hoboken 4 blocks away. My mom has taken control of everything that has to do with him. On top of this horrific tragedy I am fighting with my mom. All i think about every day is my son, the scene at the hospital, the doctor telling us that they tried for an hour but there was nothing they could do. I still see him on the hospital bed with all the contraptions on him. When he left he took a piece of my heart, my life, who I was. He was one of MY BOYS. How do I begin to move on? I know I must be there for my other boy, but it is difficult, All I think about is Anthony. I wonder if i was there if i could have done anything. i wonder if he was in hoboken where the hospital is just a few blocks away would of made a difference. Why my son? A piece of the puzzle of my life has been lost and could never be put back together again the same way. The pain in my gut, my heart, my soul is overwhelming. I've tried to help the friends closest to my son in any way I can feeling that it is what he would want me to do. I hope he is proud of me now. I will always be proud to be his father.
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