Megan and Shivawn lived out their lives, making of their lives what they could because Ken and Rita knew that within the true meaning of love, the lives of their daughters were not theirs for the taking. He admits to having times he wished for death, only to later be grateful that those who truly loved him knew his need was not for a Canadian Kevorkian, but for someone to help him get through the pain and the despair. As someone who understood he might be dead instead of alive were his loved ones unable to understand that his life is as valuable as theirs, he minces no words when it comes to whether or not he believes the suffering need kindness, or killing. If we as a society wanted to truly understand the viewpoint of those who are suffering, perhaps we would pay attention to the Mark Pickups of the world instead of attempt to hide them or silence them to the Les MacPhersons and Randy Burtons of the world. They and the countless others in the same position as they were, show that loving someone is about giving them your all, not taking their all - their life.
Love changes colostomy bags, love bathes.
Love sleeps on the chair by their bed to be sure they have their needs met. Love changes diapers, love wipes drool and cleans vomit. Love accepts the pain of watching one you love suffer. Love does not insist on its own way. The stain is not the sentence handed down to Latimer.