About a month ago, I got this card in the mail, sent via the donor people, from someone thanking our family for donor tissue for use in healing of her arm. Apparently, the tissue was taken from Mark. This happened back in November of 2023, but we just got the note. So, the tissue graft was successful.
I'm glad. That's the point of being a donor.
I didn't know what to think about it at first.
I shared it with Dylan and Grayson, since they are home with me. They both quietly and calmly acknowledged it. It spent a week or two posted on the fridge, then I put it away in the "Mark" file, with all of the other sympathy cards and letters we have received. {admittedly not that many} And while I know Mark would have said something like "very cool!", I can't also help but think it wasn't so. I'm thankful to know that I honored Mark's wishes and he has the potential of helping others, but still.
It did wreck me a little bit.
That was hard.
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