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”

Childhood drawings.

Videos.

Memories.

I had been acting as though Maya’s chest contained the only surviving proof that he had existed.

It did not.

The heart mattered.

But Caleb existed in nineteen years.

Not one organ.