I am so proud of my mom. My mom in her time of grief and sorrow had to make the choice on wether my dads tissues could be donated. I am not sure I could make that choice.
Anyone that knows my family, knows that my Dad passed at 39 due to a heart attack while working. My mom that day had to drive an hour wonder weather she would see him alive or if he was gone. When she got to the hospital they told her he was gone. What they also know of my Dad is he would give you the shirt off his back, buy you a meal if you need it. He was that type of person. I loved him for that. They built the morals I wanted instilled in my children. They also gave my marriage a run for our money. I knew if I was loved half as much as they loved eachother. I was doing good. They had the fairytale life. He was my moms Prince charming.
My mom called me today and read me a letter. It was all I had to hold back the tears. The man we recieved a letter from had fallen off a roof. My dad was a carpenter and on many roofs. He is now able to walk and play with his child again because my mom made the donation available. How awesome is that? I am so proud of her for making that desicion. I love that this man took the time to thank my mom. I cant tell you how much that ment. We are nearing holiday season and it gets harder and harder to think about. Knowing this made it a bit easier to know he has helped someone else. There is nothing that will ever bring him back. I know this but I know a peice of him now lives within someone else.
I have included his video. If your new here than you can learn a bit about my dad.