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”
I’m not contacting you for money. I just want to know if you knew about me too.
Maya told me years later that she cried for twenty minutes after reading it.
“Why?”
“Because it was the first time Dad’s other life sounded like it contained another confused kid instead of a jury.”
That stayed with me.
Children are often forced to inherit adult conflicts without ever participating in the original decisions.
Caleb and Maya refused, mostly, to do that.
They were angry at Richard.