Yesterday I posted my feelings about the lack of response from people who receive an organ donation.
You can read that story here
My sister and her family asked to write a response, of course I said yes.
My sister has put up a blog post about our beautiful little boy, our little angel with red hair, who is always on our minds. Not a day goes past that we don't wish he has here with our family.
Our lives changed in many ways that day. From missing a part of our family to the way we look at life now. How we look after our living children, the fear that something so crappy might happen again to the famliy, wraping the kids up in cotton wool is now a permanent way of life.
But we also felt out of something so horrible, something good has to come out of it. Donating Lochie's organs was a simple choice for us, after sitting in intensive care with so many sick kids, if one family never has to go through what we were about to, we would be happy with our choice.
Having to bury your little boy is one thing that will NEVER leave us.
Yes, we have had letters and thanks from some of the peolpe and it makes us really happy to know Lochie is walking around in some way, somewhere. Hopefully humming to his favorite song Hat Town...yes, he was a real country boy!
He is talked about every day in our famliy.
He is Missed.
A cheeky little boy full of life that followed his father around in farm boots and dust, but was also happy to cook a cake with his mum and to play with his little brother Matt and new born sister Abbey.
He will always be Loved.
Monday. Let’s do this thing.
4 hours ago