wincardona
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I posted this on Facebook and I would like to have others read it, maybe it could possibly help someone, I'm hoping.
I don't know how to put my feelings into words, the person that meant more to me than anyone, my son, passed last night. My son was fighting battles with the demons that possessed him for over 20 years, he was addicted to drugs. Anthony was a special person who had so much love in his heart for people, especially his family and other people that had hardships similar to his. I along with his mother have been walking down this dark street for twenty years battling with our emotions over the good and bad things that surrounded our son and the dilemma that we faced on a daily basis. I sit here in pain, I have a lot of pain in my back which I was scheduled to have back surgery on the 2nd. of Oct. but that pain is inconsequential in comparison to the pain I have in my heart. Surgery can somewhat repair my back but there isn't any surgery that can repair a broken heart. Drugs are life killers, They kill the love, one has for mankind, they kill the joy that life brings to everyone but not to people with addictions. And lastly, they kill the person that is addicted. Anthony was a loyal person to all whom he loved, his family and his friends. If you were included in this group he had your back, forever. He loved all Chicago sports teams, the Bears, the Cubs, the Blackhawks, and the Bulls. And it didn't matter how much I had wagered against any Chicago team when we were watching a game that included a Chicago team he would always passionately root for the Chicago team regardless of how much I had wagered against them. That really pissed me off but he would say"sorry dad but that's my team" And surprisingly, I would be good with that. My point is the love and passion he showed for Chicago was a testament to the loyalty he had for those he loved. My son was frustrated with his addiction and wanted badly to beat it, he would lash out at the ones he loved for no apparent reason because he was frustrated with his inability to get clean and live a fruitful life. Yes he was angry with himself and he didn't know how to handle it and took it out on his mother and father, which was despicable, however, we knew what his true feelings were and because of that, we were able to tolerate his disrespectfulness. Anthony was a bright, loving, and compassionate person when he was his real self, and that's the way I will always remember him. Those who knew Anthony knows how friendly and outgoing he was, he was a joy to be around, and for those who didn't know my son that way, I'm sorry. What I'm most upset about is that my son passed before he could get clean and show his true feelings, show openly with his family and friends how much love he had for people. I'm saddened with how frustrated my son had been with his addiction, he wanted badly to be a person that loved himself but because of drugs he wasn't able to do that, he was a prisoner shackled to the ugliness of addiction. My solace is that finally, my son is free, he's at peace with himself and for that I am forever grateful. R.I.P. my son I love you so much.
For those who may have a loved one that has this disease of addiction, please don't ever give up on them. Anthony's mother and I have gone through so much with our son, it truly has been a nightmare and it ended as one. Most importantly, stay close to the addicted person, always offer support, and pray that it all works out. Addiction has no eyes, nor does it have compassion, support your loved ones that's what they need and never give up...never.
Bill Incardona
I don't know how to put my feelings into words, the person that meant more to me than anyone, my son, passed last night. My son was fighting battles with the demons that possessed him for over 20 years, he was addicted to drugs. Anthony was a special person who had so much love in his heart for people, especially his family and other people that had hardships similar to his. I along with his mother have been walking down this dark street for twenty years battling with our emotions over the good and bad things that surrounded our son and the dilemma that we faced on a daily basis. I sit here in pain, I have a lot of pain in my back which I was scheduled to have back surgery on the 2nd. of Oct. but that pain is inconsequential in comparison to the pain I have in my heart. Surgery can somewhat repair my back but there isn't any surgery that can repair a broken heart. Drugs are life killers, They kill the love, one has for mankind, they kill the joy that life brings to everyone but not to people with addictions. And lastly, they kill the person that is addicted. Anthony was a loyal person to all whom he loved, his family and his friends. If you were included in this group he had your back, forever. He loved all Chicago sports teams, the Bears, the Cubs, the Blackhawks, and the Bulls. And it didn't matter how much I had wagered against any Chicago team when we were watching a game that included a Chicago team he would always passionately root for the Chicago team regardless of how much I had wagered against them. That really pissed me off but he would say"sorry dad but that's my team" And surprisingly, I would be good with that. My point is the love and passion he showed for Chicago was a testament to the loyalty he had for those he loved. My son was frustrated with his addiction and wanted badly to beat it, he would lash out at the ones he loved for no apparent reason because he was frustrated with his inability to get clean and live a fruitful life. Yes he was angry with himself and he didn't know how to handle it and took it out on his mother and father, which was despicable, however, we knew what his true feelings were and because of that, we were able to tolerate his disrespectfulness. Anthony was a bright, loving, and compassionate person when he was his real self, and that's the way I will always remember him. Those who knew Anthony knows how friendly and outgoing he was, he was a joy to be around, and for those who didn't know my son that way, I'm sorry. What I'm most upset about is that my son passed before he could get clean and show his true feelings, show openly with his family and friends how much love he had for people. I'm saddened with how frustrated my son had been with his addiction, he wanted badly to be a person that loved himself but because of drugs he wasn't able to do that, he was a prisoner shackled to the ugliness of addiction. My solace is that finally, my son is free, he's at peace with himself and for that I am forever grateful. R.I.P. my son I love you so much.
For those who may have a loved one that has this disease of addiction, please don't ever give up on them. Anthony's mother and I have gone through so much with our son, it truly has been a nightmare and it ended as one. Most importantly, stay close to the addicted person, always offer support, and pray that it all works out. Addiction has no eyes, nor does it have compassion, support your loved ones that's what they need and never give up...never.
Bill Incardona
