
Honoring a life and finding joy in a bowl of cereal
I became a widow at age twenty-eight. My first husband, Matt, collapsed one evening from what we later discovered was a ruptured brain aneurysm.
I became a widow at age twenty-eight. My first husband, Matt, collapsed one evening from what we later discovered was a ruptured brain aneurysm.
January 2021, the beginning of a new year as well as a new chance at life.
Our son was able to save the lives of four people and help with research and education. In knowing that our son lives on has given us a peace that I do not believe we would have been able to obtain.
I‘m thankful I have a chance to give back and educate about transplantation.
Since I received my new kidney, my life has been restored; and I feel that I’ve had a second chance at life.
I chose to donate to a man I never met because Jesus didn’t just die for and sacrifice himself for those in his inner circle. He died for everyone; even those who don’t know him.