by Meadow's Mom
Tonight when I answered the phone I was greeted with "Hello, I am (kind young woman) with the American Red Cross, and we are contacting previous blood donors..."
Not wanting to interrupt her, I waited for the finish. No one in our household is currently eligible to donate. When she says "Our records indicate Brad last donated in March of 2015. May I speak to Brad, please?" Suddenly I am speechless. All I can think is she said his name twice. TWICE!
Umm, Yes. This is Brad's mom. Umm, Brad passed away twenty-two months ago in March of 2015. If you could update the records to reflect his passing that would be appreciated.
"I'm so sorry for your loss. Yes, of course I will put in a request to update the records. So sorry to disturb you. Again I am sorry for your loss. Please have a good evening."
I had wondered if he had donated in March 2015. The notation was on his computer calendar but I had no way to know for sure if he kept that appointment. Of course he did!.
Brad began donating when he was sixteen. The permission forms were sixteen pages and I teased him that there was a page for each year. Ever after when there was a blood drive in our community and he could participate he would. In the beginning he and his older brother would go together to the events. When his brother went to South America, Brad continued the donations on his own. Brad never boasted about it, he just quietly did it and supported the nervous new donors too.
The timing of this phone call is interesting as it is my birthday in a few hours and Brad's older brother is traveling to visit us right now. To have both of my boys close (or at least remembered) on/near my birthday. To be assured my Brad was a loving young man and to be privileged to hug his brother all within a twenty-four hour period! I am really feeling the love of my boys tonight.
This post originally appeared on the Alliance of Hope Forum and was reprinted with the permission of the author.