Huff Post: by Todd Storch.
Our oldest daughter Taylor has been buried. She was 13.
The world as I knew it is over. Nothing makes sense. Up is down. Go is stop and left is right.
I have no control.
On the first day of our family ski trip, Taylor, my son and I went on one last ski run down the mountain. My wife Tara and my youngest daughter stayed back for hot chocolate and rest. With the ski lodge in sight and one last run to finish Taylor slipped and my son and I saw her go into the trees. That accident led to her death and the end of the world as I knew it.
Later in the hospital, after we knew that we had lost our sweet Taylor, a question was asked: “Would you be willing to donate Taylor’s organs?” Never did I think that our near immediate answer of, “Yes… of course,” would lead to a new chapter and a new life for our family and me.
Categories: Americas, Donation, Human values, Life, Love