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”

We did not need pseudoscience to make either meaningful.

Years later, Maya asked me something I had secretly dreaded.

“Would you have wanted to know me if I hadn’t gotten his heart?”

I took too long.

She noticed.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

Her face changed.

Then I continued.