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October 26, 2005



Just a note to express how wonderful it is that you attempt to convey these things to the donor family. Certainly they will understand that there really aren't the words, but the effort speaks the heart.

Yankee T

Moreena, I am sure that your reaching out to this family has meant more to them than you could ever know. You and your sweet family are always on my mind.

Phantom Scribbler

You have a real gift for finding the words, even when words are not enough.


You are so wonderful to keep sharing with them. They need to know how important their gift was to your family. Hugs to Anni and all of you.


Moreena, I have too have written to the family of Mark's donor. With no reply. And, it's okay. So, I helped Gift of Hope with the Thank You card campaign, with one of the designs being my own. If you just want to send a thank you, and aren't sure about the words, that's why there's the cards. They are on their web site. Hope that helps. Always thinking of you and the family.Candace


I want you to know that I filled out my donor information the day I found your blog. And the first box I checked was liver. (Followed by most of the rest.)


You have a beautiful blog! I am Purple Kangaroo's sister, so I followed a link over.My mom had a kidney transplant four years ago, also from a cadaver. It is such a wonderful and yet sad gift--one of the greatest gifts one can give!


Candace - Wow! What a great idea. I've never seen them over there, so I'll have to check them out. Of course, I will be writing myself. I always have to give it a shot, you know.Annika - Beautiful and wonderfulAmy - welcome!allison, yt, ps, r2ks - thank you for the encouragement. I hope that you are right.


What a beautiful, beautiful post, Moreena....how incredibly touching.


Wow, that would be tough. I know my mom still keeps in touch with her "kidney sister"--the woman who received the other kidney from the same donor. These bonds are unique.


I know that the day will come that I need to write such letters. I still don't know how I will manage to find the right words.As phantom scribbler said, you do have a gift for words. I'm sure you will write from the heart.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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