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”

She had known Caleb for months.

I had known him for nineteen years.

Together we had different pieces.

One day Sarah brought photographs.

Maya missing front teeth.

Maya in a hospital bed at eight.

Maya wearing a giant paint-covered T-shirt.

Maya and Sarah at the beach.

Why show me?