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”
Nothing.
Of course.
“You made children clean up your adult choices.”
Wind moved through the trees.
No sign.
No forgiveness.
I was not there for either.
I just needed the words outside my body.
PART 31 — I DID NOT CHANGE THE HEADSTONE
For several days, I thought about removing: