Bef0re My Son Passed Away, He D0nated His Heart to an 18-Year-Old Girl – After the Transplant, Her Mother Handed Me a Letter from My Son

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.”

“Stop.”

“Mom..”

My child would never become invisible.

“You’re nineteen.”