My father was, far and away, one of my favorite people. He was the type of person I would have wanted to be friends with even if we weren’t related. His death at the age of 66 due to kidney failure was devastating to me. Not a day goes by in the three years since his passing that I don’t think about him, miss him, and curse the kidney failure that took him away from us much too soon.
1273Please consider joining my team or sponsoring my team’s efforts in raising money toward not only the research and treatment of kidney disease, but also to help raise awareness of the importance of organ donation. My father was a recipient of a donated kidney, and this is just a small way to repay the debt owed to the family who looked past the grief they felt at losing their loved one so that we were able to have my dad here with us a little bit longer.