“Our hope is to write music that, no matter where you may be in life, it connects with who you are as a person.”
In February of 2009 my sister Lisa lay in a hospital bed, motionless, hooked up to every tube imaginable. She breathed through a tracheostomy tube in her throat. Two weeks earlier she had suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm. Although a brilliant neurosurgeon operated on her, hoping to undo the damage, Lisa still suffered a massive stroke. It looked grim. The surgeon discussed organ donation with us. Surely, I thought, God wouldn’t let a 45-year-old mother of four young children die?