Friday, February 19, 2016
Celebrate the Small Things 19-2-16
This post is part of Lexa Cain's bloghop, Celebrate the Small Things. Head on over there to join up!
So what am I celebrating this week?
To be honest? Not a whole lot.
A friend of mine, one of the gorgeous people who worked with me in the last cinema I worked at, died on Monday. He was only 25. It was a complete surprise because he wasn't sick. It wasn't a violent attack or an accident. He had a brain bleed and just slipped away as he walked home with a friend.
But because this is a post where I'm supposed to celebrate, I'm going to. Michael was an organ donor, and because he died, eight other people who may not have had a chance, now do. So I'm celebrating that even while I'm mourning the loss of a very special, eccentric and painfully intelligent young man who I enjoyed talking to so very much.
It's made me think a lot. I am an organ donor too. It says so on my driver's license. But I haven't driven in over 15 years and the license has expired. I don't even have physical evidence of it anymore because my wallet was stolen back when I lived in Melbourne. So if I die tomorrow, will anyone know that I want my organs to be donated? Assuming of course all my years of living haven't rendered them useless to anyone else...
Are you an organ donor? If not, why? You can't use those body parts after you're dead, so why not leave them to someone whose life hangs on whether or not they get a donated organ?