As we watched the news the other night, I was horrified by a story. A mother who suffers a long history of serious mental illness was being charged with torturing her children. Not just abuse, but torture. The husband/father was interviewed. He was obviously brokenhearted at losing his children and tried to explain that when his wife was on her meds, she was a loving, wonderful mother. "She's so sick," he sobbed, "And now I've lost my children, too."
I issued some invective against the husband/father for his blind love of his wife.
My husband turned to me and quietly asked, "Would you want me to stop loving you just because you got sick?"
I was rendered speechless at the depth of Checkered's compassion and love.