By Susan Aguayo
A couple years later, we were blessed to adopt a group of siblings to complete our family: 2- and 3-year old boys and a 9-month old girl. We had a total of 7 children and called our family"the brady bunch." The older children graduated school and moved on; some went away to college and got married but lived nearby. Fate had a different plan for our 3rd child after she got married.
Kassy had a tough pregnancy; she kept vomiting, developed insomnia, and was very emotional. Working through it was hard, but she did it. Doctors told her the symptoms were normal, she would be okay. We noticed her mood swings- she would go from being irritable to crying of guilt because she had snapped at something simple. We told her it was okay, that we knew she was hormonal. We had no idea what more was lurking with her emotional imbalance.
We were not prepared for that nightmare of a phone call. This couldn't be, not our Kassy. She was an honor student, happy cheerleader, dancer, musician and happy goal oriented young women. This was the worst day of our lives. Also, a day I swore to get more answers. It wasn't enough to just hand me a certificate and say,"your daughter took her life."