The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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It's been 24 years since my son had a liver transplant.  I jotted down these quotes from my daughter as we drove to the hospital that night. <br /><br />

"I know something a little bit good about dying, Mom, just a little bit," stated our four-year-old daughter one afternoon. "Oh? What’s that, Shawn?" I responded. "Well, when you die, you can give your liver to a sick child," she said. This comment may not be typical of a four year old, but for Shawn, who watched her one-year-old brother go to the hospital with a sick liver and come home with a healthy one, life was not always typical.

The night we got the call from the transplant coordinator Shawn asked, "Mom, would you tell me about Eric’s liver problem again so I’ll know what I can do to help?" I responded with tears in my eyes thinking how wonderful it was for Eric to have such a great sister. My explanation was similar to the one I’d given her many times before, but this time I added: "And we’re on our way to the hospital to get that new liver right now."

I know something a little bit good about dying

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