I realise I’ve been remiss.
I’ve seen a series of posts over recent days promoting organ and tissue donation as part of Donate Life’s National Awareness Week. And I, of all people should be out in the blogosphere, pom-poms in hand and placard at the ready, highlighting the selfless opportunity we have to provide the ultimate gift: that of life.
But, I have to admit, it’s all still a bit too raw…. my own father’s passing.
He wasn’t an organ donor.
He was instead the recipient of someone else’s generosity.
In December 2000, he received a heart from a stranger; giving him almost 11 more years of life, and us more than a decade with a man devoted to his family and a friend to many.
I’ve already said it all before, so if you have the time I’d encourage you to have a read of my earlier posts and think about what you can do which may – one day – give someone else a second chance at life.
Borrowed time – my father’s heart transplant
Giving thanks – without the turkey (Attending an annual organ donor thanksgiving service)