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 am grateful nobody encouraged her to try.

Instead, Maya became another human being whose life I slowly learned.

She did not have Caleb’s humor.

She was quieter.

Caleb filled silence because silence made him nervous.

Maya enjoyed it.

For the first year I kept mistaking her quietness for sadness.

Eventually she said: