As some of you know, when Jim died, I donated his organs to The Tissue Center of Central Texas. Several months later, I received a thank-you card from a recipient of that donation. I am glad there was something of use. I'm sure Jim would be, as well.
So. Now the Tissue Center is holding a "remembrance reception," titled "Life Gives On." My invitation says,
This event is dedicated to our donor families and their loved ones who have touched our lives and the lives of so many other through their gift of tissue donation.
To go, or not to go? I know that, if I do go, I shall cry. That's a given. The thing that I won't know unless I go, is if it will help me get past the lingering vision of Jim, bleeding and gasping on the lawn on that awful night.
I think of him every day. Mostly happy memories, but at least once a day the image of him as we found him descends upon me like a fog. That's not counting the times I think I see him walking away from me, his dear shoulders slumped in defeat.
If I go, I'd like to think I might carry something away with me that might counter these sad thoughts. I'm pondering: is it worth the tears?
I have a couple of weeks to make up my mind.