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”
“And your biological father’s widow.”
“Weird.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not my stepmother.”
“No.”
“You’re kind of an aunt?”
“Technically not.”
“Can I just call you my bonus old lady?”