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”
Sarah and I learned that too.
For a while, I wanted someone to blame.
Richard was conveniently dead.
Sarah was alive.
So anger moved toward her.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Why did you believe him?
Why accept money?