Lynn Hunter’s big heart is helping me heal my broken heart.
Lynn is a Virginia mom in her mid-40s who, exactly one year ago, received the ultimate gift of life – a heart transplant.
We “met” after I wrote about the experience of having lost the dearest person on earth to me, my brother, who was an organ donor and a perfect match for every single patient on the other side. The organ donation team told me he was the rarest of the rare, a “homerun donor.” He saved every life he touched. This made perfect sense in death, for it was just as it was in life: A Father’s Day Gift to My Nephew: Your Dad Healed Everyone He Met
This was of no comfort to me all. I just wanted (want) my beloved brother back – my life’s witness, my best friend, my most trusted confidant and though he was my younger brother, he was my greatest, wisest teacher. I wanted him back. I wrote about the awfulness of being on the wrong end of organ donation here:
That began our journey together: Donate Life? A Heart Donor’s Sister Finds Comfort in Someone Else’s Gift
Finding healing from grief and loss
And then Lynn Hunter wrote to me about her heart, and her gratitude and guilt and the complicated experience of being on the joyful end of organ donation. Her note to me began what’s become a crucial, ongoing and extremely healing conversation for me. What she’s written has offered the only comfort I have found about the very unique and lonely pain of having your loved one be a heart donor.
Read our conversation: Donate Life? Two women, and a heart to heart between loss and life