I was touched by this

I recently lost my stepmom as many of you knew and when we went through her lockbox to we came across a group of papers and notes. On these notes she wrote her last wishes...music to be played, flowers for her casket, dress to be worn, etc....Debie and I cried because most of what we had already picked out was what she had listed. Irony? No....it just showed us that we did know her as a person and friend aside from the mother figure we grew up with.  She also had a very yellowed clipping that she had cut out of a newspaper when my dad passed away and Debbie asked my sister Lynn to read this at Sue's funeral.  You see, my dad was an organ donor (as well as being on the donor list waiting for a heart transplant at the age of 46) and after he passed I have also become one as well as my children I am proud to say. I sat by both of them in the BMV when this was asked of them and they both answered on their own "yes" to being an organ donor. The generosity they showed in that moment was beyond words.  Organ donation is such a big part of my life and this poem just really reaffirms it.

To Remember Me

By
Robert Noel Test
(1926-1994)

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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 a 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 pain.

Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to 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 against her windows.

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 weaknesses and all my 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.

Thank you for sharing.

Paula

Lee Ann

thanks for shaing that is beautiful and so true.  This is how I feel and want my body to be donated for anything that can be used,  I will keep a copy of this. 

Hugs

Peggy

All I can say is WOW!  Reading this gave me goosebumps!  Thanks so much for sharing with us LeeAnn!

Huggs,
Frankie

This gave me chills! How beautiful and what a way to represent the organ donor. I have always made it clear that my family know I want to be a donor as well as when I renew my license. I have said, I sure hope I use them up first but, if not... let someone benefit and that would be a legacy of hope that I would be honored to be able to give.
Thank you for sharing this and for sharing a peice of your heart with us.