"She’s our daughter!" shrilled Mrs. Jarred.
"No, that girl is not my little Gail. That isn’t her in there." Mr. Jarred said calmly. He had to make his wife understand.
Mrs. Jarred had been devastated when the doctors had told them that Gail was never coming back. While her heart was still beating, and her lungs were still taking in air, her brain was dead.
Gail had been out partying with her friends when she had fallen down a flight of stairs and hit her head. Nothing had been broken, and with the dulling affect of the alcohol, she hadn’t even felt the pulsating pain in her head. When she had returned home and went to sleep that night, she went into a coma, and eventually became brain dead. Mrs Jarred, not being able to revive her daughter, called 911 immediately. But by that time, it was too late.
Mrs. Jarred, at the time, had supported her husbands decision to donate Gail’s body to the hospital. He knew that was what Gail would have wanted, even though she had never filled out her Organ Donation card.
Knowing his wife was on the verge of tears, Mr. Jarred didn’t want to push the matter but when he had met Alice, he could tell that she, as well as them, was having her own hardships. Alice deserved to be stood up for too.
"I am sure that the poor girl is having enough difficulties without our inability to get a grip on this new reality. We need to let her live her life, dear." Mr. Jarred said with finality as his wife gave him a scorching glare.
While this particular conversation was over, he was sure that they would have this argument again.
‘Your doing the right thing.’ he assured himself silently as he watched his wife stalk off tearfully. And remembering Alice, he actually believed it this time.
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