He can find contentment in ways I never would have thought possible. The victories I take for granted and measure as small send Dave soaring as high as that trick kite. There will be more and greater struggles as this disease continues ravaging his brain. I know and love is no longer flying, like that trick kite. I know, though, my Dave is always there, even if I can't see him.
Some people seem to be uncomplicated.
Their lives are easy as the small triangle kite the first boy put to flight so effortlessly. Theirs are also lives that don't affect others as profoundly as Dave's. Dave has touched many people because of the dignity with which he is facing the inevitable. He has touched my life. He is truly soaring high with each breath he takes.