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”
Richard had decades of adult agency.
Caleb had nineteen years and a terminal illness.
Context matters.
Sarah once asked whether I forgave Richard.
I told her:
“I don’t know what that word means anymore.”
Do I spend every day angry?
No.