The following weekend, Gary Myers and his wife invited us to visit with them.
Gary took the boys fishing, and we got to know his family. And I found myself asking Gary if it would be all right if I listened to his heart … my Gary’s heart.
“Of course,” he nodded.
I filled with warmth as I listened to the steady heartbeat that had filled me with love all the years of my marriage. And when the boys listened, their eyes sparkled.
In the moments of peace that followed, I realized that Gary’s gift had not only saved the recipients’ lives it was saving ours, too.
That was five years ago, and since then, we’ve met the two men who received Gary’s kidneys. Like the others, they’ve become like family to us.
Today, Jerrod is in the Marines and Casey is a high-school athlete. We remember Gary with smiles instead of tears. Seeing how strong and happy my sons have grown fills me with pride. I know Gary would be proud, too.
I’ll always be grateful for the joy I have in my life and for the five angels who helped me find it once again.
