My sister, who’ll be 42 on Pearl Harbor Day, has DS. Yes, it’s difficult; sometimes it’s heartbreaking; but every day, I can’t imagine life without her. They are so lovable and accepting of you, you can’t help but love them back. At least, that’s what I’ve found.
That is the absolute truth. I have sometimes wished my life was as simple as his, where everything is good.
My mother’s sister (my aunt) had Downs. We were so close in age, we were more like cousins. She truly was an angel on earth. My grandparents loved her completely, and everyone in the family doted on her.