I can picture his eyes from the very first day I met him all the way through to the last day I saw him. They are always what I see first when I think of him. They are beautiful, ever-changing eyes.
In that memory I realized that of course he should donate his organs and we should wait a little longer for this to be possible. Not because of me. Not because of what this strange man was saying. Because he wanted to. Because he will no longer be here to help anyone, and in this way he can continue helping people.
There’s truly no greater gift he could have given. The letter ended with: “Because Matthew chose to give the gift of life there are four people who are alive today. . .”
“I’m thankful I can tell my boys they were created out of love. For everything else to be wrong, I know that to be true.”