Today, I found out that a guy I went to middle school and high school with died of an aortic dissection. We were the same age, and this realization hit me really hard. I could go at any time. My work could be through, and God could call me home. Death is not reserved for older people.
I don't fear death, but my perspective on life has changed with the coming of our baby. I want to be here to experience life with my child. I want to have the time to impart my wisdom and to watch my baby grow up and ignore it. I want to have time to play with my child and to laugh at all of the innocent ways it sees the world. I want to tell my baby stories, make it laugh, hold it when it cries, and listen to it talk about its day. I don't want to just be a donor. I want to be a father.
I don't fear death, but I fear missing out on life.
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