But that thought of him being dissected for such a gift haunts me too. His skin was my skin, his eyes shared times with me watching British Cooking Shows. Many nights I would lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. The same heart that donated valves to an individual in need.
The Donor Network is holding a ceremony this Saturday in the Bay Area, California. I am attending. I am so afraid of the pain that this will bring me. I've cried so many tears this year and I know there will be a torrential downpour of tears this Saturday. I plan to wear sunglasses and bring lots of tissues. I'm anxious about the event. I'm happy that Brendan saved lives. But it doesn't reduce the pain of losing him, not even a little.
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