One of the biggest worries of my life is what will happen to my son when I die, he is 22 and very high on the autism spectrum , he will always be about 4 1/2 to 5 intellectually. My ex and I do the best we can for him but as we get older we are starting to worry about what will happen after we are gone. Well I was talking to my eldest daughter last week about this and she said flat out that we are not to worry she will always be there and would not late him fall between he cracks. She works with people who are developmentally challenged and loves her job and her little brother. I will always stress about this but the pride I have in her can not be match and it brings me to tears (of happiness) just thinking about strength in conviction of her words.
