Paraplegic.

This is the ugliest word I have ever heard. Even worse that moist.

I know that the last thing she would ever want is for the rest of us to shut down, but I don't have any idea what to do with myself.

There is comfort in the fact that when this happened, she was doing what she loved.

It's tragic, but it's not a car accident or a plane crash or a slip on the ice on her front steps.

It's commitment and it's passion and it's love.

I don't know how to explain.