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”
Every ordinary sound emphasizes the absence of the one sound you actually want.
Caleb’s footsteps.
One night, I woke convinced I heard him opening the refrigerator.
I walked into the kitchen.
Nothing.
For months, I kept buying his cereal.
Habit.
Then one day I stood in the supermarket holding the box and realized: