Early that evening, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery of roses. But from whom? Then I read the card: Happy Anniversary from Cindy. “What a wonderful thing to do!” I cried.
Later that same evening the phone rang. “I’m Gary Myers, your husband’s heart recipient,” a man said. He explained that he and Cindy had been in touch, and when she told him what day this was, he thought it was the right time to thank me.
The roses, the phone call, the comforting warmth I suddenly felt it was as if Gary were behind it all, enveloping me in a hug.
And when Cindy called a few days later and asked if we could meet, I replied, “Yes!”
After a three-hour drive, the boys and I arrived at the courthouse where Cindy worked and was greeted by a room filled with people and a banner that read, “Welcome Sandy, Jerrod, and Casey.”
Touched, I noticed a woman standing nearby. Somehow I just knew. “Cindy!” I cried, falling into her arms. Then a man walked over and said, “I’m Gary Myers. We spoke on the phone.”
Minutes later, another man spoke up. “I’m Lee Morrison,” he explained. “I received Gary’s liver.”
“I can’t believe this!” I exclaimed to Cindy.
