In all honesty, when my son was diagnosed with Down syndrome, I thought. Well, if it had to be something... I can handle this. I don't know if that's weird, maybe it's a coping mechanism of some sort, but it's also true.
From the bottom of my broken, damaged heart, I thank you. I am indebted to you for bringing me into your home and cubicle and soccer field and car and kitchen. Know that what you've done, willingly witness Donna's life and death, took guts. You did it. You are amazing. Never forget that.