Choosing

Earlier today I had an entirely different post here. It was one of those woe-is-me-boo-effing-hoo posts where mine is the saddest existence ever, blah, blah, blah. But when all is said and done, it was really just a pitty party for one: little ole me. And really, how fun is that? Somedays are good for a wallow, but today it was just an indulgence.
Just a little bit ago, this evening, the phone rang and I answered it. It was Donor Aliiance of Denver. I saw the caller ID and my stomach fell out of my pants and on to the floor. Just that name sent me back to June 20th of this summer and that long night in the ER while discussing with the coronor just what exactly we would do with all of my father’s bits and peices. We decided against an autopsy because his heart had obviously stopped in a huge and fast way. The heart disease was familial knowledge, we had just always hoped that his fitness devotion would spare him of that sentence. My mother and I agreed that since he had opted to be an organ donor that we go ahead with that plan for him.
So tonight a stranger called asking about my father’s acupuncture treatments in the last year. Although he had always used Western medicine, he often sought out acupuncture to help him stay in top condition. I had seen the caller ID and knew what was coming, though not which body part, but it was still a shock to talk about my father’s skin and know it was in cold storage somewhere. I hope they can use it. I hope his skin helps somebody in need and that my father’s energy lives on. I also hope that when somebody needs his spine and his leg bones that they will receive them and live on.
A different view from the day.