Kyle Michael Foyt-Bridges

MONMOUTH – The family of Kyle Michael Foyt-Bridges regrets to inform you that he has died in a tragic accident, unexpectedly struck by a car while walking, early Thursday morning, August 12, 2021 the morning of his 29th birthday. It is clear that there is no blame or fault to assign, nor would that help. In life there is death. In death there is union. In union there is healing. The world needs healing. Kyle would undoubtedly want it so that the driver hold no guilt and be able to find peace.

Kyle is survived by his mother Lori Gambino (Bridges), father Jon Foyt, stepfather Peter Gambino; brothers James Gambino, Ryan Bridges and Adam Foyt; grandmothers Shirley Hutchinson (Bridges) and Linda Gambino; beloved niece Alicia Bridges, nephew Davin McLean; and his little best “shren,” Damien; of course his loving aunts, uncles; and cousins and many friends, all incredibly important to Kyle and too innumerable to list.

Kyle was predeceased by his grandfather Dexter Bridges Sr., grandfather Lionel Foyt, grandmother Betty Foyt; and aunt, Gretchen Gardiner, and uncle Timothy Rourke.

It is time we rejoice and remember what is truly important.

With many capabilities, and seemingly superhuman strength, from his football coach, he earned his cherished nickname, “Mongoose.” On the field, he proved this ability time and time again. At a homecoming football game, when the 6’1″ 180lb. high school lineman found himself with a football plopped perfectly into his arms, “I don’t usually get these,” he thought quickly as his instincts took over. “Run! Run,” Everyone yelled, as they watched him trudge through waves of, now, defending opponents. Like a bulldozer, he made impressive yardage with, what seemed like too many people to count, hanging off of him. Monmouth won that game. It wasn’t an easy feat to bring Kyle down. He was a very accomplished wrestler as well. At Monmouth Academy, he was awarded the Man of Steel award multiple times. It was an honor for him. He was deserving of it. In a Maine State Championship match, he set a national record for the fastest pin in high school wrestling. Three seconds is what it took to pin someone. Three seconds is all it took for Kyle to pin his opponent. Before one could walk to the mat to watch, the match was over and the referee was holding Kyle’s arm up high in the air as the victor. Kyle went on, after graduating Monmouth Academy, to study at the University of Southern Maine, where he began his college wrestling career. Kyle was studying communications. As his brother, I initially found this a bit funny. I gradually learned to see that Kyle communicated in fluent love. Kyle was plagued only by the sickness that plagues us all. He couldn’t stand to see people grow apart from one another, to be too busy, to make excuses for not doing the things that we all know in our hearts is right. He was no exception. He understood what being human was all about. Kyle would regularly take in someone he just met, someone without a home. He wouldn’t hesitate to help someone down on their luck. He had been there. He would never judge anyone. He always assumed the best in people. He would give them whatever he had, even though it might not be much. Everybody faces strife and struggles. Everyone has heartache in their life. Nobody knew this better than Kyle. It was his desire to spread and receive love to those willing to transact. Where he ventured, he made friends and sow seeds that manifest love. It was his mission to guarantee love. Let it be his legacy. Let the world love again. Let the world heal. Love is hope, hope is faith, and faith is truth. The truth is that we are the world. We are one another.

Kyle was a curiously creative being. With his little brother, James, he made, “clay-mations,” animated clay crafted pictures. He’s our observer, our guardian, watching over us from heaven. He is a certain kind of music that you may find with you in all the earth. Wherever you may find yourself, however you may feel, you can slow down and be still in an eternal now, cherishing the life you have and the true beauty that can be seen in it. Be still now. . .

Let us not forget to live. Let us not be overcome by fear. It is always darkest before dawn and a new dawn is near. A new chapter is turned, one that brings resolution. Love one another. Love your brother. He did. You will be missed, Kyle.

Please, if Kyle touched your life, we hope that you will join us at the Glenside Cemetery on Turkey Lane in Winthrop. The service will begin, graveside, at 10 a.m. on Friday August 20. There will be a celebration of life thereafter at the American Legion, 40 Bowdoin Street in Winthrop, where the Foyts were always welcome and memories were made with the local legend, and Kyle’s grandfather, Lionel Foyt (Choo-Choo). Choo-Choo, Aunt Gretchin, and Kyle are together again. He missed them so dearly.

Arrangements are entrusted with Roberts Funeral Home and Cremation Care, 62 Bowdoin Street, Winthrop. Condolences, memories, and photos may be shared with the family on the obituary page of the Roberts Funeral Home website: http://www.familyfirstfuneralhomes.com

In lieu of flowers please make donations to the:

Brain Injury Association of Maine BIAA-ME

126 Western Avenue

Augusta, ME 04330