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”

That wording sounds harsh.

It also protected us.

She was allowed to be Maya.

I was allowed to continue grieving Caleb.

Neither of us had to perform resurrection for the other.

The deeper surprise was that Maya had already been Caleb’s sister.

Richard’s daughter.

For seven years after my husband died, I remembered him as the man I had known.