It just hit me....

I was replying to another mom whose son passed away in an online forum. We were talking about organ donation and our children.

What I wrote came up and smacked me right in the face with reality.

Here is what I wrote.. for confidentiality sake I am not writing what she wrote but will post mine. All I will say is she had a negative experience with organ donation.

"Casey's eyes were donated. More would have been had she not had sepsis. This was her wish. When she died they had the utmost respect for me, and my wishes. They let me sit with her until I was ready for them. They did her thumbprints... for me and locks of her hair. Casey knew she was dying and wanted to make a difference. Even though they used her eyes for research instead of donation (because of the infection) I am still happy she helped teach students about muscular dystrophy and eyesight. Because she lived she made a difference when she died. I am so sorry that your ex and personnel from the hospital (??) acted like that *hugs*"

It came to me as clear as if she (Casey) was standing here whispering it in my ear...

Casey lived because she knew she was dying. She always tried to make a difference. Because she lived, she made a difference. In death she made a difference. My daughter Casey will continue to make a difference even in death. Those who knew her wont forget her anytime soon. Those who don’t know Casey will see a glimmer of who she was , by those of us who loved her.