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”
Then laughed.
Moving was not leaving him.
I knew that by then.
PART 67 — THE JOURNALS
I gave Maya copies of selected Caleb journal pages.
Not all.
His private thoughts about me remained private.
His illness.
Fear.
Some things belonged to him even after death.