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”
No child does.
After he died, I thought the empty house would kill me.
Not literally.
But there is a silence after losing the only child still living at home that has physical weight.
You hear appliances.
Pipes.
The refrigerator cycling.
Neighbors closing car doors.