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”

Necessary.

Years later, the heart remained strong.

That makes me grateful.

Not entitled.

No one promised forever.

The transplant gave Maya time.

Time is what medicine often gives us.

Sometimes days.