The Gift of Life

Frankfort Michigan as seen from the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan

Today marks four weeks since my sister, Dorothy, was killed in a car accident. In those four weeks, two patients who’d been waiting for corneas can now see. A set of families who needed bone transplants for their son/daughter/mother/father now have them. And more. Much more.

Oddly, so oddly — and thankfully — good can come from bad.

They call it the “Gift of Life,” and truly, it is.

categories Musings, Politics and Culture, Village Life | JAS | datetime March 28, 2007 1:10 am

  • By Kris, in New England, March 28, 2007 @ 12:06 pm

    Judy – they say it’s a powerful legacy to leave behind, especially for the surviving family. Sounds like that old saying really is true. So glad it’s giving you and your loved ones a small measure of peace.

  • By Michelle, April 2, 2007 @ 6:25 pm

    That’s beautiful.
    I’m not sure if that sounds like a strange resopnse but it was the first thought I had when I read this. And I’m grateful it gives you some comfort.
    Also I was reading back a couple of posts and just wanted to say that I am honoured that you consider me a friend. Take care hon.

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