My story is about my amazing sister, Sherie. She was the first born out of five daughters. My mother was 16 and it was the early 1950's. Mom was told she could not raise a child with Down syndrome, and they tried getting my parents to put her in an institute. My parents refused. Sherie had the mentality of a six or seven-year-old. She went to school, did work programs. She loved life and was the most loving and sweetest person I have ever been around. She loved being outside on her swing or just walking in the yard or bouncing her basketball. She loved to color, go camping and play tricks and pick on people. She loved to flirt with the guys. She has gone to be with our daddy in heaven now. Sherie passed away in November of 2013. I miss her everyday. My mom is totally lost without her. She was my mom's life. My mom got stage three cervical cancer two years ago, and Mom fought so hard to beat her cancer. She was cancer free for 10 months. A week after my sister's death Mom went for a doctor's visit and the cancer has returned. She will beat it again... fly high Sherie!