My husband became an organ donor as his final wish \u2014 after he d*ed, his doctor stopped me and said, \u201cThere\u2019s something<\/p>\n\n\n\n
he made me promise to give you only after he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark and I had been married for three years when I finally became pregnant with the baby we had always wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our happiness lasted only six months.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Mark learned about his illness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doctors gave him no more than three months to live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He probably wouldn\u2019t live long enough to meet our daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That evening, he settled beside me on our porch with one hand resting on my belly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf my organs are still healthy enough when the time comes, I want them donated.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t talk about dying while she\u2019s kicking,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s exactly why I have to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked at my stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf I can\u2019t watch her grow up, maybe I can at least make sure somebody else gets more time with theirs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark grew weaker much faster than we expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By my eighth month, I was helping him button his shirts and pretending not to notice when he had to stop halfway to the bathroom just to catch his breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few weeks before he d*ed, Mark began asking to speak to his doctor alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never understood why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whenever I asked what they discussed, he would only squeeze my hand and say,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I need to arrange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was unlike him to keep anything from me, especially then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But he was strangely firm about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I let him do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He passed in the hospital with my hand wrapped around his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Afterward, I signed the final donation papers with tears dripping onto the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remembered that Mark wanted this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had to honor his final wish, even though doing so caused me unbearable pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I was leaving the hospital, his doctor hurried after me, his face pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was holding something behind his back so I couldn\u2019t see it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please, wait!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something in his voice made me stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMark gave me this three weeks ago,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was very specific.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You weren\u2019t supposed to see it while he was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doctor held out a small envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My name was written on it in Mark\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold it.\u201cHe made me promise,\u201d the doctor said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was very specific about the timing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I tore it open right there in the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside was a single folded letter \u2014 and underneath it, a photograph I had never seen before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A little boy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe four or five years old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On the back of the photo, in Mark\u2019s handwriting: *Take care of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Please.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The floor felt like it was moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho are they?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doctor looked down at his shoes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe asked me not to say anything beyond giving you the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho are they?\u201d My voice came out louder than I meant it to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He swallowed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He wanted you to read it first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before anyone explains anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked back at the photo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little boy had Mark\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same shape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same color.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hand moved to my stomach without thinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our daughter kicked once, hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I unfolded the letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first line stopped me completely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*By the time you read this, you\u2019ll have already given someone a part of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I need you to know there\u2019s something else I left behind \u2014 something I should have told you long before now.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I read the first line three times before my eyes would move to the next one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hallway was empty except for the doctor, who had stepped back to give me space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A cart rolled past somewhere around the corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A phone rang at the nurses\u2019 station and was answered before the second ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything around me was continuing normally, and I was standing completely still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I made myself read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*By the time you read this, you\u2019ll have already given someone a part of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I need you to know there\u2019s something else I left behind \u2014 something I should have told you long before now.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*Her name is Diane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were together for two years before I met you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We ended things the right way \u2014 or I thought we did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eight months after we separated, she called to tell me she was pregnant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She said the baby was mine.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*I didn\u2019t handle it well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I told myself she had moved on, that she had people around her, that maybe I was wrong about the timing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I told myself a lot of things that weren\u2019t true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What I actually did was nothing.I stayed away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I let myself believe it was easier for everyone.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*His name is Daniel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He is five years old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have never met him.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*I found out six weeks ago that Diane is sick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not the way I am sick \u2014 she may recover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But she has no family nearby, and Daniel has no one else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have been trying to figure out how to tell you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept starting and stopping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was ashamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am ashamed.*<\/p>\n\n\n\n
*I am not asking you to raise him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am not asking you to forgive me right away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am asking you to make sure he is not alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whatever that looks like.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Whatever you can manage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know this is not fair.*<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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