Afterward, my mother became a ghost. She fed and clothed me, but emotionally, she disappeared with him.
I promised myself my child would never become invisible because of my grief.
Don’t ‘Mom’ me.
Then I started losing Ethan.
And apparently, grief had been waiting patiently to see whether I was a liar.
One evening, my son said, “I want to donate whatever they can use.”
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“Stop.”
“Mom..”
My child would never become invisible.
“You’re nineteen.”
“I’m aware. The terrible beard is a clue.”
I laughed while crying.
He smiled. “If I have to go, somebody should get something good out of this disaster.”
Eventually, I agreed.
I want to donate whatever they can use.
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***
After Ethan died, his heart went to an eighteen-year-old girl.
At his funeral, a woman approached me. “My name is Rebecca.”
I barely looked at her.
Then she said, “My daughter received Ethan’s heart.”
I froze. “She did?”
His heart went to an eighteen-year-old girl.
Rebecca nodded and handed me an envelope. “He asked me to give you this.”
I recognized Ethan’s handwriting.
The first line read:
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‘Mom, there’s something you need to know about her.’
I looked up.
