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As I held my dying daughter's hand, what did I feel? Immense pride in a young woman who - despite a lifetime of complex special needs - taught us that perfection comes in many different guises ○

found 2025 › Feb › 08 (Sat) @ 07:25 UTC

My daughter Iona was born 32 years ago. She arrived at home, in such a rush to enter the world that my wife was unable to reach the nearby hospital.