Before My 19-Year-Old Son Died, He Donated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl—Then Her Mother Handed Me a Letter: “Mom, There’s Something You Need to Know About Her”
Retirement account.
Job.
Some debt now.
I did not become destitute because grief stories sound more noble that way.
I rebuilt slowly.
Bought a used car.
Returned to work reduced hours.
Paid medical balances.