I'll never forget one summer day in 1975．On that day my 1 suddenly died because of an unexplained illness at the age of 36．Later that afternoon, a police officer 2 to my house to ask for my father's permission(允许)for the hospital to 3 Mother' s valve(心脏瓣膜)．I was greatly 4 ．I ran into the house in tears．At the age of 14 I just couldn't understand why people would take apart(分解)a person I loved． 5 my father told him, "Yes．"
"How can you let them do that to her?" I 6 him．
"Linda," he said 7 , putting his arms around me, " the greatest present you can give is a part of 8 ．Your mother and I decided long ago that if we can make a person' s life 9 after we die, our death will have meaning．"
The lesson my father taught me that day became one of the most 10 in my life．
Years passed．I married and had a 11 of my own．In 1996 my father became seriously ill．
With a smile he told me that when he died, he wanted to 12 whatever was in good condition(状况), especially his eyes．
My father died and we donated 13 as he had wanted．Three days later, my daughter said, " Mum, I' m so 14 of what you did for Grandpa．" At that moment I realized that my father gave 15 his eyes．What he left behind sparkled(闪烁)in my daughter' s eyes－pride．