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”

Then went to marry the man she loved.

I cried.

Sarah cried.

Everyone cried.

Weddings encourage that.

Years later, when Maya had a daughter, she did not name her Caleb.

I was secretly relieved.

She chose: