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”
The flowers disappeared.
For a few seconds, I was not a grieving mother sitting outside her son’s funeral.
I was a wife again.
Standing in the kitchen years earlier while Richard made coffee.
Sleeping beside him.
Celebrating anniversaries.
Holding his hand when cancer took him seven years before Caleb.
Believing I knew the man I had buried.
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