I spent some of the day Monday writing the letter to our donor family. I felt it an appropriate day for many reasons. For one, it was Memorial day, a day of remembrance for the bravery and dedication of those who have fought to save our country. Gabriella's donor saved her life. Also, Gabriella was sweetly asleep next to me on the couch, and Paul & PJ were driving in from Arizona, and I was able to sit in quiet reflection of the past 2 weeks. I felt pushed to write everything out I had in my head and heart over the weeks, and turned my notes into a 6 page letter. There is a company called OneLegacy that works in this area as the local Organ Procurement Agency. They have this list of guidelines to follow in order to ensure confidentiality and respectful content. I read the guidelines, then I prayed. I let God guide my words. I write, it's just what I do. I have no problem sitting and spilling my insides onto the keyboard. Of course, most of the time I go back and clean up some things because when I get really emotional I can get messy.... lol. I am going to spend the weekend listening to God and hoping he gives me guidance on the letter. If I need to change anything, or wait for a while to send it, I know he will tell me. Unless something happens otherwise, I will take the letter to our transplant team on Monday.
I am at peace with whatever happens next. If the donor family accepts it and never writes back, if they do write back, or if they never accept the letter from OneLegacy, I'm ok. Whatever happens next in this chapter of transplant, I just need to make sure I do my part in contacting them. Having received a gift of this magnitude, there is no way I could NOT attempt to express my "gratitude" (that is such a minuscule word for this, isn't it?) on behalf of not only us by our family and friends as well. And if we are fortunate enough to find out the name and age of Gabriella's sparkly heart donor, I think it will be a blessing and an honor to pray for that child's family more specifically.