I want to tell you about my daughter, Stacy.
Stacy was born on the coldest day of the year; December 10, 1978 and it was 17 degrees. She was Down Syndrome. She was so full of life and love, and was loved by all.
Stacy was 8 years old when she died as the result of car accident outside of Alexandria, LA. Stacy was with her grandparents (my parents - they died upon impact). Stacy lived 5 days after the accident. When I was first asked about Stacy being a donor, I didn’t know what do. My doctor talked to us and explained everything and after that I knew what to do. Stacy helped 5 people to live a longer life.
At the time of Stacy’s death she was my only child. Three years and 1 month later I was blessed with my son Jo-El. He is now 20 years old.
Stacy touched so many hearts in the short time she was here. I know she will never be forgotten.
My daughter, Stacy, is my hero.