I lost my Aunt Ann on Wednesday morning. My Uncle went to the store, and when he returned, she was gone. It was sudden. In fact, just the other day when her oldest granddaughter announced her engagement, Ann promised to be there to see her walk down the aisle.
She was born here in Arkansas. She was the daughter of a farmer and teacher and a homemaker. She had three brothers, one sister, three daughters and five grandchildren.
My Aunt had a heart of gold and laughed… a lot. Except, it wasn’t her heart inside of her. It originally belonged to someone else who passed away in early 1996. My aunt was fortunate to have received that gift.
Though I lost my Aunt this week, I like to think of it as me having gained back an extra fifteen years with her because of the selfless act of one person. Because of that, Ann got to meet my husband three years ago last week. She got to touch my belly when Kathryn kicked. She got to see my daughter in person, as well. Because of that person who died fifteen years ago, I was able to give my Aunt four more hugs than I otherwise would have.
If you’ve been thinking about it, then do it. Make sure your family knows that you want to be a donor. If you do, you could give another person a chance to have their Aunt, sister, grandmother or mom for maybe another fifteen years.
Oh, and always tell your family you love them. Friends come and go. Family is irreplaceable.
And to my baby cousin, she knows who she is, your Grammaw will be there on your wedding day.. just as I know our Grammie was at mine.