An Open Letter of Thanks

Dear “Donor”,

I am writing and posting this on my blog in hopes that you will read this. I'm sure we have never met, and perhaps our paths have never crossed at all. However, I am thankful for your generosity towards a dear friend of mine.

Earlier today I had a voicemail message from my dear friend, Suzanne. I was driving at the time she called and never heard my phone ring, only the chime notifying me of a voicemail. When I reached my destination I listened to her message. She was adamant that I needed to either log onto Facebook and read her status or call her. As soon as possible. I pulled up Facebook, and honestly I could not contain my tears of joy as I read her status: an anonymous donor (someone she knows) is providing $50,000 so she can have the very necessary reconstructive surgery she needs (that her insurance has denied). This generous individual asked for nothing in return other than Susanne pay it forward in the way she does best: by sharing her friendship and emotional support with others.

Suzanne and I have never met in person, but she is one of the dearest souls in my life. She is like an older sister to me. I was supposed to be in North Carolina visiting her this weekend and had to cancel due to my own financial situation. Getting this news today made me happier than I've been in a long time.

My faith in humankind is restored. I truly believe there are angels among us. I cannot thank you enough for the gift you have given Suzanne. I will be forever grateful to the “anonymous donor” who is making my dear friend's life more bearable.

Sincerely,

Sarah

Ten Years

There are periods during our lives it feels as if time is either creeping along or flying by too quickly.  For some people a ten years mark can signify happiness:  a school reunion, an anniversary of a relationship, being clean/sober.  For others it can also be a reminder of loss.

Ten years ago my cousin Danny died.  It was unexpected.  It is still painful.  He was only 24 at the time of his death; he was taken from us far too young.  Every year on this day my family grieves anew.  They same time eases the pain.  It does, to some extent, but the pain never goes away.

Danny, today is for you.  I love you.  I miss you.