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”

She forgot appointments sometimes.

Spent too much on shoes.

Dated a man Sarah disliked.

Dropped one college class because she hated the professor.

Had an argument with me over a Thanksgiving visit.

Lived.

Messily.

Normal.