No dramatic final moment.
Just the sound of rain against the hospital window and his fingers growing still inside mine.
Afterward, people began asking questions.
The donation team explained what might be medically possible and what might not.
I signed documents.
I answered what I could.
And every time someone asked me whether organ and tissue donation truly reflected Mark’s wishes, I gave the same answer.
“Yes.”
My voice shook every time.
“Yes. This is what he wanted.”
Then Dr. Rivers found me in the hallway.
And handed me the envelope.
That night, I sat alone in our house with it resting on the kitchen table.
Eventually, I opened it.
Inside was a folded note and a flash drive.
The note contained only a few lines.
Please don’t watch this just because you miss me.
Watch it if someone ever makes you doubt me.
And especially if someone makes you doubt yourself.
