One, I am a grandmother who has lost three adult children to illness.. two of them I lived knowing they were going to die for almost thirty years and I donated a lobe of my lung to one. It is the hardest thing you ever face in your life, but somehow you keep going. It has been long enough now that i just love remembering them. I do miss them so much. Their greatest fear was that I would quit living when they left me, so I had to keep going for them also. I realize nothing to do with this circumstance, but your post touched at me...
I feel that KC does not feel remorse and that bothers me.