I glanced on the calendar and the date Feb. 26 stared again at me. It was my brother Danny’s birthday.
He would have turned 65.
A milestone birthday. At 13 you’re a teenager. At 16, a driver. At 18, a voter. At 21, an grownup. And at 65 you’re a senior citizen.
However there isn’t a Social Safety examine coming within the mail. His life got here to an finish too quickly.
I’d nearly forgotten the importance of the day. Earlier within the week, I chatted with a buddy who had donated a kidney to a stranger. I discussed I had a brother who benefitted from a liver transplant.
However even that dialog wasn’t sufficient to jog my reminiscence. The thoughts doesn’t like being reminded of tragedy. Shedding a sibling at age 48 ranks proper up there amongst life’s losses.
For months Danny had teetered atop the Mayo Clinic’s transplant listing ready for a liver.
For years he suffered from a uncommon liver illness — main sclerosing cholangitis. His liver was giving out. Loss of life was close to – until a transplant liver was discovered.