
Day Four: Where are they now?
Whatever happened to your __________?
Write about the fate of a past knitting project...
Today I am going to share with you my Gift of Life Scarf. This was the first knitted project that I had made using my very own handspun and better yet...yarn made from my own Alpaca, Sugar Breeze. I knitted the Staggered Ribbed Scarf for my Dad in the autumn of 2009. My intention was that he could wear this scarf with his overcoat. It wasn't a long scarf so it would be perfect for a dress coat. Dad never got to wear it. By the time I finished it, he was already in the hospital for the final time. If you've been a follower of my blog for some time then you know about his battle with lung disease. If you are a new follower then please feel free to read back in my archives. My father was an amazing man who was my best friend. He was also a double lung transplant recipient.
I chose to share this project today because eight years ago, this week (March 26), my father received the Gift of Life. After being on a transplant wait list for almost two years, he got the call that meant the world to our family. He was 56 and the doctors never thought he'd live past 45. He suffered from lung disease that can be traced by to Vietnam.I am writing about this scarf because it meant so much to me being my first hand knit item from my handspun and it was supposed to be for Dad. I have never given it away and have never worn it. It sits in my farm display to show the beginnings of my spinning and knitting. I was actually looking at it the other day thinking it was a shame just to sit there...I think I am going to modify it so I can wear it as a short cowl...maybe add buttons (I do have a Gift of Life button that is very classy I could add) I won't sell it or give it away to someone else because it was Dad's scarf so I will keep it.
Eight years ago my father received a new lease on life. He was able to breathe without the assistance of an oxygen tank. He went for walks, played with his grandchildren, traveled and lived a life that he had not been able to enjoy for over 25 years. He lived life! Those lungs were a gift that our whole family enjoyed and cherished. Not a day doesn't go by that I don't thank that person who registered to be an organ donor. Our donor's choice to register allowed my father to breathe. I am a registered organ donor and a Gift of Life Michigan volunteer. My wish is that every person I meet become a registered organ donor so that more lives can be saved. Our family had 6 1/2 years of my father that we would never have had without his transplant.
I have promised myself that of all the dates to remember/celebrate Dad's life with that I would use his Transplant Birthday/Anniversary as my date to remember because it's full of joy.
Register to be an organ donor, visit http://www.giftoflifemich.org Give so others can live!

















































