For the last few years I have lots of really eventful Februarys. Cross country moves, mission homecomings (me) and farewells (sister), Olympic Games, job changes (more on this!). In 2000 I got a double whammy-returned from my mission and this happened.
Transplants are amazing and I know I totally take it for granted that my Dad got one and we haven't had to give it much of a second thought. But I'm extremely thankful for the family that made the decision to donate that saved my pops. It's so clear nine years later that there were unfinished things in my dad's life that he needed to be around to fix. I'm incredibly grateful we got that second chance. Hard to come by those do-overs.