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”

Her body did not exist for my grief.

Instead she asked:

“Do you want to sit?”

I did.

For almost a minute, neither of us spoke.

Then she said:

“I’m sorry.”

I looked up sharply.