PART 22: The Gift That Was Hers to Give

In spring, when the hospital invited donor families to a remembrance gathering, I almost declined.

I didn’t want to stand in another hallway waiting for someone to tell me how meaningful Hannah’s death had been.

I didn’t want anyone to suggest that the good resulting from her choice made my loss smaller.

But I went with Kenneth.

There were photographs and quiet music and space for families to write names on ribbons.

A woman spoke about her brother, who had loved fishing.