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”

“That is honest.”

Then:

“But Maya cannot be responsible for keeping your son physically present forever.”

I knew.

Knowing did not make it easy.

PART 43 — I GIVE CALEB BACK TO MYSELF

I had photographs.

Voice messages.

His clothes.

Journals.