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Post-transplant Bumps in the Road and Rewards: Part 10

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The following poem has been dedicated to donors, donor families, recipients and the medical community. . . . LOVE . . . as seen through the window to the soul of a donor.
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“ To Be Remembered”

I’d like to be remembered to those I’ve left behind;
I’d like to be known for the happiness of a different kind.
I will not be forgotten in a decade or two;
But to be remembered when you see a sky of blue.
When you see a shining star from the heavens above;
I know you will think of me with joy and tender love.
On a quiet day when the rain falls from a cloud;
I want you to picture me and know that I am proud.
And when you’re happy and putting life to its test;
Remembering the dreams and things that I liked best.
When our ties were broken, something still between us binds;
You can say you did what was best with an open and clear mind.
My heart I gave, so one could love and be loved like me;
My eyes gave sight to two, now the also can see.
My liver came just in a nick of time to save life
anew. And remember the kidneys working their miracle
with the help of the doctor’s crew.
With my lungs, there is fresh air, and breathing to relieve;
Just think of all the things we were blessed to achieve.
Now and then you’ll feel a touch on your shoulder;
That’s me, watching you grow stronger and bolder.
There is one thing I could not give away;
My spirit which sees all of you each and every day.
You are free now to have a second chance at life;
Feel no guilt, waste no time, Live, Live, Live without strife.
My soul leaps for joy because I’m in heaven now;
At my feet there are angels that salute me and bow.
I’ll never really be gone, because you’ll see me everywhere you look;
Because, I’m working—sitting next to you on a bus,
or just in my kitchen, a new recipe to cook.
I might even be a Doctor—or a computer kid whiz—
I bet you! You’ll hear me on the radio or in a show biz.
My family, try not to grieve for me today;
For I walk proudly with many in a very special way.
I’ve got to sign off for now, another needs my seat;
For I’ve been promoted up here to a new job that is hard to beat.
By Patricia A Sammons, A Liver Recipient 1984

My Best Friend!

As I struggled for my life
My days becoming few
You reached out to help me
My best friend I never new

Each day had become a burden
While I clung to my only hope
My family suffered with me
My back against the ropes

God had a plan for me
A plan for you my friend
Our paths would only cross in time
As our lives came near the end

The father needed you in heaven
The angels a helping hand
That is why you were chosen
Only you, in all the land.
My God, my God your family cried
As you were taken from this earth
There was a price that had to be paid
But oh, what angelic worth

You showed your love to others
Before they even knew
Your love is a living testimony
I am alive because of you.

Your love for me, my love for you
I wish it could be known
So few on this terrestrial ball
Will know the love you’ve shown.

That someone would give their life to another
There is no greater love
How can I ever repay the debt
As you soar with the angels above.

So as I wake each morning
I thank the Lord for you
I’ve been blessed by you and your loving family
My best friend I never knew
Author Unknown

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Updated May 24, 2005