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”

Paid for consultations my insurance did not fully cover.

Read medical papers until two in the morning.

Every time someone said:

“We should focus on quality of life,”

I heard:

“Give up.”

Caleb never heard it that way.

He became weaker.

I became more determined.

Then one evening in the hospital, he took my hand.

“Mom.”

I looked up from my laptop.

“What?”

“Close that.”