“We’re part of an interdependent web of existence; sometimes that interdependence is physical. In 2015, my dad almost died of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (medical for ‘your lungs are turning into scar tissue and we don’t know why’). In August, he told me what hymns he wanted at his funeral. We watched him slip away, getting weaker and weaker. But one night in December, a stranger died—and my family and several others on organ waiting lists got a call. The day after the Winter Solstice, my dad received a life-saving transplant.” -Elizabeth “EB” Bukey Saunter, from the reflection “The Body of Love”
How have you witnessed our interdependence being embodied and physical?