This summer, I was one of more than 600 donor family members who attended the 2010 National Kidney Foundation U.S. Transplant Games in Madison, Wis. Late Sunday, after a busy morning and afternoon of Donor Family Workshops, I decided to take the shuttle over to the Alliant Energy Center to watch some of the athletic events. A young heart recipient I had met earlier in the day was competing in 3-on-3 basketball and I wanted to be there to cheer him on. As I sat in the bleachers, I was transfixed as I saw transplant recipient athletes of all ages, from all across the nation, playing basketball in heated competition. Thirteen years earlier, when I faced the sudden death of my 35-yearold husband and honored his love of life through organ donation, I couldn t have wished or hoped for anything more than what I was experiencing. My heart was moved as I considered the journey that each of the athletes had been through, resulting in the need for an organ transplant–especially the children who were competing. I took in the expressions on their parents faces as they watched their sons and daughters. They were bursting with pride. I could only imagine how difficult it had been for them, as it was for my young friend Reese s mother, a single parent. Reese underwent a heart transplant when he was only 5 months old. He first participated at the games at age 3, and was now a healthy, active 11-year-old. And one heck of a good basketball player. I left the basketball competitions to go back to Monona Terrace for the Donor Family Quilt Pinning Ceremony. More than 200 donor families already filled the room, sitting at round tables with tissue boxes close at hand. I quietly took a place at one of the nearest tables. In front, two areas were set up for donor families to come forward with the quilt squares they d made in honor of a loved one who gave the gift of life. The blank quilt panels they filled would eventually become part of Patches of Love, the National Donor Family Quilt. One by one, a table at a time, families came forward to a microphone to talk about their loved one s Quilt Square. Choking back tears, they shared the special meaning behind the photos, symbols, and fabric colors that were carefully, and lovingly chosen. I wiped away my own tears as I listened to their stories. Most were parents whose children lost their lives in car accidents. I took in their sadness, and their pride, as they talked about their sons and daughters. And once again, I was struck at the magnanimous generosity of these families I had the privilege of getting to know at the games. The author with Patches of Love, the National Donor Family Quilt, at this year s National Kidney Foundation U.S. Transplant Games. At the close of the ceremony, I felt emotionally uplifted yet physically exhausted as my mind processed what I had seen and experienced at the basketball game, and at the Quilt pinning ceremony. The incredible stories I d heard and the beautiful faces I d seen of both the living and the honored. Even after 13 years, I was still amazed at how a single altruistic decision, made at a time of extreme duress, could have such an enormous impact. From tragedy, hope. From death, life. And strangers lives, now forever linked together. After a while, I stepped outside of Monona Terrace for a breath of fresh air. The warm summer night was still and calm as I looked over the railing at Lake Monona below. Gazing out across the lake, I saw a perfect half moon shining brightly in the water. In the reflection, it was difficult to tell where the star-filled sky ended, and the water began.