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”

Wrong about some things.

Still my son.

PART 54 — HIS APOLOGY IN THE JOURNAL

Final pages.

I should tell Mom. I know I should. Every day I don’t makes it worse.

Then, after his diagnosis:

Now telling her feels cruel. She sleeps in a hospital chair and spends every day trying to keep me alive. How do I hand her Dad’s affair too?

Later:

I think I’m becoming Dad by deciding what truth Mom can handle. That scares me.