Sadness

Earlier this semester a mother came to talk to us about her twin sons. One born severely disabled and one born healthy. Her disabled son lived for a few tumultuous years and then he died. She comes in every year to talk about her family's illness experience and share what it is like to be the mother of an ill child who spent most of his life in hospital. She touched me deeply. She left us with a truly inspiring sentiment:

"I understand why I had been given two boys. What better gift for a brother who cannot see than a brother who never stops talking."

Human resilience astounds me.