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My Dad

As kids, my sister and I quite often went with my Dad when he donated blood (he was a regular) and marvelled at the giant needles and rockers for the blood collection bags but we didn't realize what a truly amazing thing he was doing until later in life. My Dad was unable to donate when he became ill and my sister and I realized what a loss his regular donations would be for Canadian Blood Services. After he died, I wanted to find ways to honour his memory; donating blood seemed like the perfect answer when I discovered that like my Dad, my blood type was O-, the universal donor. I started off slow, only doing one donation each year but have just recently made my 15th donation. I still hate needles but I feel great when I know that taking that hour or so could save a life.