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”
I loved him.
I could admit he made a choice I wish he had made differently.
That did not reduce my love.
Parents often imagine dead children must become perfect to remain sacred.
No.
Caleb could be nineteen.
Scared.
Protective.