30 Stories in 30 Days — Alicia’s Donation Story
Gift of Hope Blog
April is National Donate Life Month and Gift of Hope is celebrating it by sharing stories from organ, eye and tissue donation advocates from across Illinois and northwest Indiana.
Each day throughout April, the Gift of Hope Blog will share the donation story of a family that was affected by donation. We hope that these stories inspire you to say “Yes†to organ, eye and tissue donation and share your decision with others.
We all have moments in life that are frozen in time, giving us the uncanny ability to remember every facet in extreme detail. The smells. The sounds. The layout of a particular room.
July 27, 2012, is that day for me. I can tell you what I was wearing, what song played on the radio before I got out of my car, the exact order I had just picked up at Subway and that the sun was shining. I can also tell you how I was unable to explain to my husband that he was going the wrong way, about the woman who dropped to her knees in prayer after seeing us running through the hospital and the about closed door the chaplain opened to explain what had happened.
My dad, Paul, was always telling jokes, wanting nothing more than to make people laugh and go out of his way to help others. He loved the St. Louis Cardinals, animals, old westerns, random documentaries and all things Irish, Navy and Notre Dame. As the oldest child, I was given the title “Daddy’s Girl†at a young age. He fixed my computer, sent money in college and taught me that if it moves and it isn’t supposed to, duct tape it. And if it doesn’t move and it’s supposed to, WD-40 it.
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| Alicia and her family (including her father Paul) |
Each day throughout April, the Gift of Hope Blog will share the donation story of a family that was affected by donation. We hope that these stories inspire you to say “Yes†to organ, eye and tissue donation and share your decision with others.
July 27, 2012, is that day for me. I can tell you what I was wearing, what song played on the radio before I got out of my car, the exact order I had just picked up at Subway and that the sun was shining. I can also tell you how I was unable to explain to my husband that he was going the wrong way, about the woman who dropped to her knees in prayer after seeing us running through the hospital and the about closed door the chaplain opened to explain what had happened.
My dad, Paul, was always telling jokes, wanting nothing more than to make people laugh and go out of his way to help others. He loved the St. Louis Cardinals, animals, old westerns, random documentaries and all things Irish, Navy and Notre Dame. As the oldest child, I was given the title “Daddy’s Girl†at a young age. He fixed my computer, sent money in college and taught me that if it moves and it isn’t supposed to, duct tape it. And if it doesn’t move and it’s supposed to, WD-40 it.
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