The grieving parents of a young girl have honored her memory through an incredible act of generosity by donating her organs. Aurora Masters, a five-year-old, tragically раssеd аwау on May 13, following a freak accident that resulted in her accidental strangulation on a disc swing just five days earlier. Her family made the heart-wrenching decision to turn off her life support after doctors confirmed she had suffered fatal brain damage.
Tom and Krystal Masters, Aurora’s parents, revealed that her organs were donated to Donor Alliance, an organization dedicated to organ and tissue donation for transplantation in Colorado and most of Wyoming. “We know that Aurora’s heart is beating somewhere,” said Krystal, with Tom adding that this knowledge “genuinely helps” them cope with their immense grief.
Aurora’s family described the donation as a final act of kindness from a little girl who always wanted to help and lead. “I am proud of my daughter,” Krystal told KUSA. “I was already proud, but she’s still giving.”
A GoFundMe campaign has raised over $30,000, showing the outpouring of love and support from family and friends. The family wrote, “Our sweet Aurora Rae has once again demonstrated her ninja quality of bravery, partnering with the Donor Alliance to complete her giving of gifts. She is demonstrating the qualities of a black belt.”
Little Girl’s Final Act Of Kindness Before Taking Her Life On The Playground
The grieving parents of a young girl have honored her memory through an incredible act of generosity by donating her organs. Aurora Masters, a five-year-old, tragically раssеd аwау on May 13, following a freak accident that resulted in her accidental strangulation on a disc swing just five days earlier. Her family made the heart-wrenching decision to turn off her life support after doctors confirmed she had suffered fatal brain damage.
Tom and Krystal Masters, Aurora’s parents, revealed that her organs were donated to Donor Alliance, an organization dedicated to organ and tissue donation for transplantation in Colorado and most of Wyoming. “We know that Aurora’s heart is beating somewhere,” said Krystal, with Tom adding that this knowledge “genuinely helps” them cope with their immense grief.
Aurora’s family described the donation as a final act of kindness from a little girl who always wanted to help and lead. “I am proud of my daughter,” Krystal told KUSA. “I was already proud, but she’s still giving.”
A GoFundMe campaign has raised over $30,000, showing the outpouring of love and support from family and friends. The family wrote, “Our sweet Aurora Rae has once again demonstrated her ninja quality of bravery, partnering with the Donor Alliance to complete her giving of gifts. She is demonstrating the qualities of a black belt.”
A service in Aurora’s honor will be held on Saturday, June 8, at a local church. “Our hearts are shattered, and we continue the journey to honor and celebrate her worldly gifts,” the family shаrеd.
Aurora, from Fort Collins, was playing in her family’s garden when the accident happened. She had moved her small plastic slide close to a disc swing and somehow got her neck caught in the ropes while sliding down. This tragic incident led to her brain being starved of oxygen. Doctors at the Children’s Hospital Colorado in Aurora delivered the devastating news that she would not survive.
In the face of this tragedy, the Masters family found solace in the support of their extended family, with 19 members traveling from Wyoming and Nebraska to be by Aurora’s bedside. “We do know the power of family,” said her aunt Kennedy.
Aurora was pronounced dеаd on May 13. The family has struggled to comprehend how the accident occurred, as it seemed to happen while she was innocently playing on her own outside. Her aunt Kennedy explained, “She pulled her little plastic slide over to where her swing was and somehow got caught up in the swing, and the swing strangled her.”
Tom Masters spoke about how Aurora had reinvigorated his life when she was born. “She came along when I was in a really bad mental health place,” he told the Denver Post. “It felt likе there was something almost magical about her. I’m hearing all these stories that she was likе that for everybody.” He added, “She literally just had fun and went around and brought her light with her and gave it away for free.”
Krystal hopes Aurora’s story will inspire other families to cherish every moment with their children. “I guess what I would say to parents is: Love your kid every minute, have a dance party, and just live life. Because you never know when it’s going away.”
MY HUSBAND SPENT OUR FAMILY’S SAVINGS FOR A CAR ON A PARIS TRIP FOR HIS MOM — SO I TAUGHT HIM A LESSON ABOUT FINANCES.
The weight of the betrayal settled in my stomach like a cold stone. Three years. Three years of sacrifice, of pinching pennies and foregoing simple pleasures, all for a car that would keep our family safe. And he’d squandered it. On a whim. On a trip to Paris for his mother.
David, bless his oblivious heart, seemed genuinely surprised by my reaction. He’d always been a mama’s boy, and I’d tolerated it, even indulged it, to a point. But this? This was beyond the pale.
“It’s my money too!” he’d protested, his voice rising in that familiar defensive tone. “She deserves it! You can’t put a price on gratitude.”
I’d simply stared at him, my mind reeling. Gratitude? What about gratitude for the sacrifices I’d made, for the countless hours I’d spent juggling work, kids, and household chores? What about gratitude for the safety of our children?
I knew arguing would be futile. He was locked in his own world of justifications, and I wasn’t about to waste my breath. Instead, I retreated, a quiet fury simmering beneath my composed exterior.
Over the next few days, I played the part of the understanding wife. I smiled, nodded, and even helped him pack his mother’s suitcase. I listened patiently as he recounted his mother’s excited phone calls, her plans for sightseeing and shopping.
But beneath the surface, I was plotting. I was determined to teach him a lesson about finances, about responsibility, about the true meaning of family.
First, I contacted his mother. I explained the situation, the crumbling van, the precarious state of our family finances. She was mortified. She’d always been a sensible woman, and she was appalled by her son’s impulsive decision. She offered to pay for the trip herself, but I declined. Instead, I suggested a compromise. She could still go to Paris, but for a shorter period, a weekend getaway rather than a full week. The difference in cost would be returned to our car fund.
Next, I tackled the issue of David’s “my money too” argument. I opened a joint account, separate from our everyday expenses, and deposited the remaining car fund, along with the money his mother had returned. I then created a detailed budget, outlining our household expenses, including the cost of a new (used) car. I presented it to David, highlighting the glaring discrepancy between our needs and his impulsive spending.
I also introduced him to the concept of “family meetings.” Every Sunday, we would sit down together, discuss our finances, and make joint decisions about spending. The kids were included, too, learning about the value of money and the importance of saving.
Finally, I decided to address the issue of his mother’s constant demands. I didn’t want to create a rift between them, but I needed to establish boundaries. I suggested that we set aside a small portion of our budget for gifts and experiences for both our families, to be agreed upon by both of us.
The changes weren’t immediate. David grumbled about the budget, about the “unnecessary” family meetings. But slowly, he began to understand. He started to appreciate the sacrifices I’d made, the careful planning that kept our family afloat. He even started to enjoy the family meetings, seeing them as an opportunity to connect with the kids and make joint decisions.
The day we drove our newly purchased (used) car home, David looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and gratitude. “Thank you,” he said, his voice sincere. “For teaching me.”
I smiled. “We’re a team, David,” I said. “And teams work together.”
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