A message from Jennifer, Taylor's mom:Just months before Taylor passed away, she was looking at my driver’s license and asked me what the heart up in the corner of my photo meant. I showed her the back of the card and explained to her that the heart alerted others to the fact that I had registered with the DMV as an organ and tissue donor. Of course, this led to more questions about what organ donation was and how you signed up to do it. I told Taylor that when you die, you no longer have any use for any of your organs. Your body is laid to rest and simply perishes and returns to dust…back from whence it came. She thought the idea of anyone having to THINK about donating their bodies was silly. Her exact words were “I’m not gonna need any of it in Heaven so why wouldn’t I give it to someone else here on earth that can still live?”. My sentiments EXACTLY, Taylor!
Taylor’s father and I did not hesitate when it came time to answer the question “would you be willing to donate any of your daughter’s organs”. In fact, I think the moment they told us that Taylor wasn’t going to make it, we both looked at each other and asked the doctors if we could donate her organs even before they asked. I knew about a week before the doctors told me, that Taylor wasn’t going to make it. I still spoke of hope to others…but in my heart, as her mother, I knew she wasn’t coming back home with me. My conversation earlier that year with Taylor regarding this subject made it a very simple decision for her father and I to make.
We received an invitation in the mail about a month ago to attend the “Thanks for Giving” ceremony in Nashville. The weekend before last, members of Taylor's family and friends of the family came together with other families whose loved ones were honored as organ or tissue donors, at an event sponsored by Tennessee Donor Services (http://donatelifetn.org/ ). Many donor recipients were also there to talk about how thankful they were that their lives were either improved or saved by others' selflessness.
Taylor was one of more than 150 donors honored. Her name and photo were displayed on the stage screen, as a brief memorial was read. Matthew and I each received a certificate of thanks and a bronze medal, in Taylor's honor. Crissy and I made the family all t-shirts adorned with Taylor’s picture and the quote “If I could sit across the table from God, I’d thank Him for lending me YOU”. I also made a hand-made quilt square with her photo and some of her favorite things bedazzled on (think peace signs and butterflies :-). The quilt square will join hundreds of others in one large blanket that will travel around the world on display, so that others will know Taylor and just some of what she gave the world.
To date, Taylor’s “gift” has saved or improved the lives of 42 people. Her corneas were given to an elderly lady so that she could see better. Parts of her heart were distributed among 41 others in an attempt to either save lives or improve the quality of life.
Would we selfishly take it all back if we could have her here today? Certainly. We miss our smiling, silly, vivacious girl! But that was not a part of God's plan.
Today, others live because of Taylor’s decision to give selflessly. I ask that each of you think and pray about what a difference you can make in the lives of others even after you are gone. If you can make that selfless decision and give the gift of life to others after your own death, please go to http://donatelifetn.org/ and register as a donor.
***One thing I didn’t know before this ceremony is that you CAN donate your skin, tissue and bones and still have an open-casket funeral. They perform the surgery so that it is undetectable during the funeral.
This is a poem my sister found on the internet regarding organ donation:
TO REMEMBER ME
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 death bed. Let this be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the 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 caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager 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.
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 window.
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 prejudice against my fellow man.
If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or a word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
Robert N. Test
Contributed by Fran Sawyer --- Florida
