Steven Dees Sr.
It feels good to know that he helped so many people.
My son Steven passed away on November 13, 2025, while riding his motorcycle; he was only 33. It still feels unreal, and even though it has been 8 months, it still feels like yesterday.
I was sitting at home when my phone rang. It was a friend of my son’s, and I just knew it wasn’t gonna be good. She told me what happened, so my sister and I jumped in my car and raced to the hospital. Once there, they put us in a little room, and we waited for what felt like an eternity. Then the chaplain and a doctor came in. The doctor explained what kind of injuries Steven had suffered and what they had done to try and save him. Then he said it – the words I was hoping I wouldn’t hear – we did everything we could, but Mr. Dees did not make it. It felt like someone reached in my chest and ripped out my heart. I sat there with my head on his chest, begging him to breathe. But nothing. The room was so quiet, and everyone kept watching me. I just sat there crying harder than I have ever cried with my head on his chest.
On my way home, a lady from Mid-America Transplant called me, and I agreed to donate parts of my baby so that multiple other families wouldn’t have to feel the pain that my family has had to. My son is a hero now and an angel. I hope one day to be able to meet the people he helped. I myself am now an organ donor, and I also donate platelets at the Red Cross as often as I can. It feels good to know that he helped so many people and that my donations help so many.
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