There are a few moments in my life I will never forget:
- Asking Michele to marry me.
- Michele answering ‘yes’.
- Saying “I do”.
- Michele telling me she’s pregnant, with twins.
- The Doctor telling us, both of our sons have Down syndrome.
But I will never let my sons become, forgotten.
Some definitions of forgotten: unremembered, lost, left behind, consigned to oblivion, gone, out of mind . . .
When asked what happens to adults with developmental disabilities transitioning from High School to adulthood, one mother replied, ‘they are forgotten’. This mom’s words strike very close to home for me; she and her husband also have twin boys with Down syndrome. Their sons are twice the age of my sons and for the last 20 years this couple has worked their entire ‘retired’ life to leave their sons in a situation that does not leave them, forgotten.
A good home filled with care, love, support and safety; a life that is not less than what they are accustomed too.
“When we treat man as he is, we make him worse than he is; when we treat him as if he already were what he potentially could be, we make him what he should be.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Coach Jones puts it best, “but truth is, we’re not the ones been teachin’ Radio, Radio the one been teachin’ us, cause the way he treats us all the time is the way wish we treated each other even part of the time” . . .
“We all have but one death to spend, and insofar as it can have any meaning, it finds it in the service of comrades in arms.” Major John Alexander Hottell III
I choose to live my life that my sons not be forgotten. Kelly Krei