The Phone rang at 3:30AM....the means it's NOT good news. The wife of a best friend of mine called me to tell me Billy died yesterday. We met at CF summer camp 30 years ago and had kept up our friendship. We both opted for lung transplant and he had a great outcome, while I was rejected as a candidate based on immunology results that showed my body would not accept any organ. When I cried for weeks, HE was there for me. When he received his gift of new lungs, I was there for him. We always called on our birthdays, knowing how important it was when we reached the next one. His death was sudden. Very little suffering. He didn't feel well and in 30 mins, he was dead. He lived for 15 years with those donated lungs and I want the donor's family to know how much he loved life and thanked his donor for every breath. He did not suffer. Isn't that how most of us wish we'd die?? To my friend Billy, I'll see ya on the other side, Buddy.