I have made a large number of friends through my volunteering efforts at my transplant center. As people are transplanted, I will see them more often at the beginning, but as their biopsies get further apart, I often won’t see some people for LONG periods of time, if ever. Last week I ran into a couple that I had met a year ago. The gentleman had struggled for quite a while post transplant and I spoke to his wife often. I always feel a connection with the people I meet at the Clinic, especially if I see them for long periods of time. Eventually, he did improve and eventually went home and I hadn’t seen them in quite a while. When I ran into his wife, her face lit up and she was truly elated to see me. We have a connection!
I have made a ton of friends on a site by the name of “TransplantBuddies” (www.TransplantBuddies.org) and MANY of the folks on that site have become very close friends. I laugh at loud at some of the stories and cry at some others. I smile at their pictures, their blogs of them simply living life, whether good or bad. I have cheered when some close friends have received their gift of life, and cried when God called others home. We connect!
I have also made a number of friends through writing in my blog, reading and commenting on others blogs. These blogs tend to connect many of us as the Pony Express connected people a century and a half ago. Yet, our words are posted and read in real-time, or a matter of a few minutes or hours later.
I had a newer reader and had been reading his blog and Twitter feeds for a number of months. This Canadian gentleman was a prolific writer. You could feel his heart aches and pains and also enjoy his triumphs in his words. He painted a picture of life that not many have the ability to copy.
Euan B. Sharp was waiting for a heart transplant and after a couple of dry runs, last week, I saw on his Twitter feed that he got “the call”. There were no more posts, no more blog entries ……… slowly, the word came that Mr. Sharp went into surgery, but did not survive. He apparently never regained consciousness.
I’ve never met Euan, but in a short period of time, we became connected. And, while I may not mourn his passing like a family member, I have prayed and reflected in regard to his passing. I miss him!!
Euan, may God Bless you soul. I am sure you have found that place where your heart will forever beat strong.
Euan’s blog can be read here …… http://heartbeatdiaries.wordpress.com/
The initial word of his passing came from “Adventures of a Funky Heart” ~ http://tricuspid.wordpress.com/2010/03/17/euan-update/
Another post by “Daughter Number Three” ~ http://daughternumberthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart-beat-diaries.html
And yet another from “Ms Sparrow” ~ http://sparrowtree-janice.blogspot.com/
Euan, may you rest in peace.