“Lily, if you ever ask where your daddy is, your mother will tell you that I couldn’t stay. But I hope she also tells you that until my very last day, I tried to leave something good behind.”
Lily is still too young to understand those words.
But one day, she will.
And when that day comes, I won’t tell her only about how her father died.
I’ll tell her how he lived.
How, even in his final weeks, he was thinking not about the time he was losing, but about our future.
And how one man’s final wish continued giving life even after he was gone — not only to the people who received his donated organs, but also to me and our daughter.
