This is how I felt when I walked into my house. Yesterday’s post was about a wonderful vacation, today’s is about what happened when I came house. Yes I was upset the vacation was over, but I was upset to what I saw. The condition of my home. When I leave on vacations I […]
To my Husband, I love you more than I could ever tell you.
I still remember the day we met, you said “hi there”, and I was hooked. That was 19 years ago.
Since then, we may have grown a little wider (ha ha,) and older, but I still think you are the most handsome, kind, plus a wonderful father to our children.What more could a women could ever want.
Everything that our family has gone through, I would have never been able to do it without you.
I came across this short story, written by Robert Noel Test.
If you are still wondering if you should sign up to become and organ donor, please read this. It might put your concerns into perspective.
To Remember Me – I Will Live Forever
by Robert Noel Test (1926-1994)
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
About the Author
Robert N. Test was one of the pioneers in promoting organ and tissue donations. In 1976, he wrote an essay titled “To Remember Me.” It was first published in The Cincinnati Post and later in Ann Landers’ column, as well as in Reader’s Digest.