When he was a baby, the seventh for my mom and dad, my mother knew within a couple of weeks that something wasn't right. "He wasn't turning over like he should," is the one thing I remember her saying. By the time he was diagnosed, the professionals predicted he would not live beyond age 30. He was 5 or 6 when he first walked.
|Pretty proud of himself!!|
And we danced at my wedding...
|He was 13 in this picture.|
I'd say baby brother is hanging in there pretty well! Happy 55th, Kev!! Vuhvuhvuhvuhvuh!!!!