My Husband Became an Organ Donor – His Doctor Stopped Me in the Hospital Hallway and Said, ‘There’s Something He Made Me Promise Not to

But healing is rarely that simple.

A few weeks later, Violet was visiting when Mark’s aunt stopped by.

I was in the kitchen when I heard their voices from the living room.

“Mark wasn’t himself near the end,” Violet said.

I stopped moving.

“Sally handled everything. I still don’t believe he would have chosen all of that if he’d been thinking clearly.”

I walked into the room.

Violet was holding Cecelia.

“Give her to me.”

Her face went pale.

“Sally, I was only—”

“Give me my daughter.”

She handed her over.

I settled Cecelia against my chest.

“You will never say that in front of her again.”

“She’s a baby.”

“She won’t always be.”

Violet’s eyes filled.

Then she looked at Cecelia.

“You still have something of him.”

There it was again.

That wound she kept touching.

“You wake up every morning and see him in her,” Violet whispered. “What do I have?”