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”

A headstone is not a character reference.

I left it.

That felt less satisfying than destruction.

Also more honest.

PART 32 — CALEB’S ANGER AT RICHARD

His journal became my second conversation with him.

One entry:

I hate Dad today.

Then:

I also miss him. I hate that too.