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”
can become cruel around grief.
There was no upside that balanced losing Caleb.
Maya living was good.
Caleb dying was terrible.
Those truths did not cancel each other into something acceptable.
Organ donation created meaning after loss.
It did not justify loss.
PART 61 — THE MEMORIAL SCHOLARSHIP
Three years later, not three months, I used part of Caleb’s remaining college savings to start a small annual art scholarship at his former high school.
Not because tragedy gave me purpose.