February has always been known as the month of love to send flowers, a thoughtful card, box of candy, or perhaps a quiet night out for a candlelight supper.
Ten years ago this February, my immediate family had a miraculous experience.
Today, we still share that message with others about our abundant gift of love.
On Dec. 24, 1998 we, as a family, received the first internal gift exchange of love.
Many family, friends, relation, and neighbors still reminisce over this experience.
My father, Virgil Latzig of Lester Prairie, was on a waiting list for many months for a liver transplant. This was state, regional, and nationwide. It was a hereditary disease that he battled with for many months.
The minister of their church assisted us with prayer and his everyday visits. This was a respectful service of love for all involved.
On Christmas Eve day, we received the phone call we anticipated. A donor was available and it was a perfect match. How amazing was this Christmas going to be!
The internal love of life of one person was about to unveil itself and extend that love to another person in their time of great need.
The two gentlemen, one a donor, the other a recipient, never saw or made conversation with each other ever in life. They each lived in different states. One drove a car, the other drove a cycle. There was never an agreement made between the two of them. The two were of different ages. One was put to rest, the other one lived on with an astounding story to pass on because of one man’s love within his heart for choosing to be a donor. This gift was a true unselfish gift of love.
How does one say thank you to someone who is not living? How does one say thank you for being a donor in life?
All of the family being involved at all levels saw the gift of love given above and beyond one’s imagination.
The Christmas tree with ornaments, garland, and lights, remained up at the home of my mother, Ruth Latzig.
Dusty Christmas presents and bags filled with fluffy tissue paper surrounded the tree, untouched. The nativity set sat near the tree to the side, unplugged. We waited patiently for my dad to come home and join the family again.
Around Valentine’s Day, my dad and the immediate families all gathered together to celebrate the gift of life and love.
The Christmas tree and nativity set was finally plugged in for all to enjoy. We celebrated Christmas and Valentine’s Day together in a patiently amazing way that year!
Ten years have come and gone, while the word love still lives on.
Sometimes, real treasures lie not in what can be seen, but what cannot be seen. Real love lies not in what is done and known, but in what is done but not known.
Love is an outstretched word that never tires or leaves us. Love has many definitions and ways to express itself everyday. Love sometimes has very little to say, but lives on abundantly in a magical, heart-warming way.