I never know if I should consider the anniversary the 25th or the 26th. Does it count from when I was opened up, or when they finished closing me after plugging in the new liver?
Regardless. Somewhere a young Hispanic boy should have been turning 20 this year. Keep him and his family in your minds this day.
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Seven already? The years roll around so quickly.
Yes, I’ll keep that family in my thoughts today.
I, for one, am very grateful to that boy and his family for keeping someone I sincerely love here on this earth. I hope his family takes great solace in knowing that he lives on by keeping many others alive and well so they can be here for their loved ones.
I saw the title of your entry and wondered if you were writing about the transplant. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long!
Memorial Day weekend for me is always bittersweet because (along with remembering your experience) that’s when I got on a plane to see my dad for the last time. (He’s buried at Arlington Cemetery, and TV news always reports on events there that weekend which is kind of a jolt when it happens.) As hard as it is for me, I did have plenty of warning before he died. It must be so much harder for your donor’s parents.
Still, some measure of peace or at least numbness does come in time. I hope it’s easier for them now. I’m grateful for each year with my friend.
Count it like child birth and call it the 26th. Happy birthday to your liver!
Alli