Below are pictures of Howard. He was born when I was 7 and died when I was 15. As I was going through these pictures I was struck with how full Howard's life was. He never said a word but that never stopped my mother from exposing him to so many things. He never had a bed sore and I know why, my mother kept him moving, which was a major feat. When Howard died he weighed 57 pounds. We could all pick him up because mother knew his life might depend on us getting him out of the house someday.
My mother never complained about having a baby with this disease. Mother said that she was thankful that God had given this baby to us and not an unwed mama who couldn't handle his care. I never realized all the sacrifice until I had my children and I got a small taste of it.
I am more impressed with all my mother did with each passing year.
|books were important to us all|
|Howard was at all birthday parties|
|Charles with Howard outside|
|Mama and Howard outside at our house|
|Howard loved to laugh. We all enjoyed making him laugh.|
|outside on a hot summer day|
|Notice the fun jammies and that he had a boy haircut|
|Howard and the Christmas tree|