They ask – how are you? You respond I’m fine, but are you really? Of course not. You pretend so you don’t have to talk, and they don’t have to listen.

No one knows how truly broken I am. No one knows my true feelings.

What about the siblings of the deceased? We forget about them. And I’m sorry.

When I was told my son was dead–I crumbled inside. I was completely broken and a mess for a long time. How could this be true?

21 months ago my life was forever changed. My first born and only son passed away November 10, 2019. Brenden was such an amazing person – smart, kind, always made you feel good about yourself, and at the age of 19, he was living his best life at Cal Poly when he died of alcohol poisoning.