everybody dies...not everybody lives.

I came across this quote tonight while watching a video my brother sent me of a CF warrior, kicking CF's butt. Check it out here 
Everybody dies....not everybody lives. My friend Bree sure did live.

Today my friend Bree passed away. She was taken off life support a week and a half ago...She was 25, full of life, and a zesty, spunky, red haired maven.

Bree was the one who first started me writing my blog. Bree was one of the people calling me and texting me every day after transplant. Bree LOVED her new lungs more then anything else.

It has taken me 10 months to finally say to myself "yes I would do it over again and again and again"....I used to ask myself every day, if I had to do it again, would I? I never really could answer whole heartily yes, and never understood why everyone would voluntarily go to hell and back again (i'm not saying this side of the tracks was not great up until this weekend, it's been fantastic! It's just getting here was horrific, but everyone's journey is so different though) but this weekend I finally was able to say with all my heart and soul...I'd do it again, in a heartbeat...in a single breath. I would do it all over again and again and again to be living like this, to be breathing like this, to be able to go and go and go and do whatever I want in this world. I finally knew what Bree was talking about, how she would do it again and again and again!

 Bree thanks for everything. Thanks for your smile, your positive attitude, your outrageous comments, your blunt little self, and your wild thick red hair. I'm so glad you are no longer trapped and as my friend Sean said at least you will get to thank your donor in person now. Love you always.