This is not really my story to write, it was not my child, but I loved him immensely when he was here and I miss him painfully now he isn't. I recently did a brief post for a friend looking for people for some organ transplant research, I was just helping out another Mumprener with her business.
Lochie was three years and eight months old when he died in Intensive Care at Royal Children's Hospital.
Organ receipients don't know my sister and her family. They know they received organs from a male child from Victoria, aged three.
Initially there were a couple of letters to say thanks, and a few lines about the child and how their health had improved.
Then they stopped.
Is this too much to ask?
I am not so forgiving.
What I got for Easter in 1985.
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