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 said:
“It’s yours as much as mine.”
She read it at my kitchen table.
Then became furious.
“He calls me your sister six times.”
“Yes.”
“But barely says anything about me.”
I had not noticed.