My Dad donated his body to science 28 months ago. I was notified yesterday that that they
have finally finished with him, and whatever was left has been cremated. I am glad it's over. My
"share" is next to my recliner in a handsome box, which I can embrace whenever I wish.
March, 2010: The
part that hurts and haunts me the most is when they tore back his face.
I am crying even as I write about it. What did they do with my father's
face?
Daddy!
He sounded so matter-of-fact when he mentioned several years ago that
he would be donating his body to the medical school upon his death. I
didn’t pay much attention to it, because it seemed so consistent with
his scientific rationality -- he was a chemist -- and his ethical
imperative to do the right thing.
I also paid it little mind because I couldn’t imagine that anything could hurt me more than his death itself. I was wrong.
I also paid it little mind because I couldn’t imagine that anything could hurt me more than his death itself. I was wrong.