Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Hoo-boy, this stikes a little tiny bit close to home. At age 8, my daughter was diagnosed out of the blue with end-stage heart failure, and needed (and got) a transplant. In the year while we waited, and the 18 years since, knowing her life could end at any moment, our persepctive on what mattered changed radically. I know a tiny bit about that process. I appreciate you sharing this with me. I don’t know you, but I would bet from this small essay that your legacy is secure.
