Your donations to our cause were generous. But when you handed me that envelope, my heart leaped in my chest… The pieces were coming together.

As you and your mother walked away, your friend stayed behind. She stopped to look at the framed certificate of organ donation, and ran her fingers over Corey’s medal.

She looked at me and said, “Your son lives on.”

My reply was, “I know. He saved five lives.”

“I know that too,” she said, “and you’ll understand more when you read that letter.” Then she walked away.

I began to tremble and burst into tears. All I could say was, “it was her”… Over and over…

I know you said to wait, but I couldn’t. I opened the card right there. I needed that confirmation.

I’m so glad you have part of my son in you. That he could extend your life. I just wanted to chase after you and hold you…. but you were already gone.

Because he didn’t just extend your life, you extended his. Corey was going to die that day. Nothing would have stopped that. But in receiving his organs, you gave me a chance to touch him again.

Additionally, after two months, I was beginning to wonder if God forgot I was hurting.

You were His reminder to me: He will never leave me or forsake me.

Thank you.
Shelley