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”
Sometimes at Sarah.
Caleb eventually at himself.
But they built a relationship around what belonged to them.
Music.
Art.
Hospital food.
Terrible jokes.
The ridiculous fact that both of them hated olives.
