Dear Donor Family: As you approach your first Thanksgiving without your son, you should know that there is at least one family who will never be able to find the proper words to thank you for your life-saving donation. Last January, you and he gave my father, his family and many friends the most precious gift — the gift of life.
Please know that we never prayed for your son to pass and my father to live. Instead, we prayed that whomever God chose to call home had signed an organ donor card. So often the decision to be a donor is made with precious 16-year-old invincibility. The true test comes when a family like yours consciously makes the decision to save other lives when they sadly can’t save the one right before them.
You did not just give my dad a set of lungs. You gave his wife back her husband; his young grandchildren their precious Bumpie. You gave a long-time sufferer of pulmonary fibrosis the renewed pleasure of a deep breath of fresh air and the indulgence of a leisurely walk along the lake. Your family’s gift brought ours the gift of time — time to stop and smell the roses, time to say the little things we never had said, time to learn not to sweat the small stuff.