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”
No fake drowning.
No hidden identity.
No federal prison.
Richard really had died seven years earlier.
I had watched cancer reduce him.
Sat through chemotherapy.
Held the cup when he could no longer lift it.
Slept in the hospital chair during his final week.