Well today is a bittersweet Christmas Eve. I starting thinking this is a very unhappy Christmas but more and more I'm realizing it's one of the best. So many times this season I've been reminded of all my many blessings. I can't even begin to name them.
A got a text around 5 this morning from Curtis saying he got, "the call." He is going in on this very Christmas Eve to get a set of new lungs. He is undergoing life threatening, life changing, and hopefully life saving surgery. My first reaction was joy. I couldn't believe this amazing present! What a Christmas gift! The gift of life! I, of course, was thrilled for him. This will be the best Christmas for him ever! Then, my next reaction. "Or, the worst." I didn't dwell on that reaction. I quickly moved on to thinking of the family who is having their own "worst Christmas,"a loved one dying." I have to hope they know the gift they are giving. I have to hope they understand the overwhelming peace they are providing with their loss. They are making so many people have the best holiday season ever. I pray for peace in their hearts as they mourn their loss. I understand that I can not dwell on that, and I won't. I am grateful that Curtis is getting his lungs. I'm so happy for him and I hope he recovers quickly. It is Christmas now. I hope my children can realize that these are the true gifts in life. That will be a hard one for me to teach because I just want to give them every gift in the world! I pray I can give them the ones that really matter.
And Im starting a new tradition today. Mani, Pedi Christmas Eve! My girlies and I are getting manicures and pedicures this Christmas Eve. Christmas music and pretty toes. I hope they know how much I love them. I hope we get to talk to Thomas tonight. I hope he has a Merry Christmas and counts his blessings as well.
Merry Christmas and God Bless.
And become an organ donor.
"Don't take your organs to Heaven, Heaven knows we need them here!"
To Remember Me - I will live forever
Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
Robert N. Test
I really love that poem and agree with most of it but don't creamate me please. Just bury what's left after they use what they can please! (To whom it may concern...)
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