Every day, his father followed the same routine.
"I'd get up at 5 o'clock in the morning, get him dressed, load him in the car, take him to the Special Care Center where I'd leave him."
— Rodney Pistorius
Eight hours later, Rodney picked him up. He bathed him, fed him and put him to bed.
Then he set an alarm to go off every two hours through the night, so he could get up and turn Martin over. That way, Martin wouldn't get bedsores.
The next day, he did it all again. For years.
Martin's mother, Joan, was breaking. Her son was right in front of her. And yet he was gone.
One day, she said the unthinkable to him. Years later, she remembered it.
"I hope you die. I know that's a horrible thing to say. I just wanted some sort of relief."
— Joan Pistorius, his mother
"Oh, that's horrific when I think about it now," she said.
She believed her son was no longer there to hear it.