Before my 19-year-old son di3d, he donated his heart to an 18-year-old girl — after the transplant, her mother handed me a letter from my son that began, “Mom, there’s something you need to know about her.”

And I said yes.

And she said: “It says — Look after her. She’s stubborn and she doesn’t ask for help and she’ll have sold something by the time you read this. You’re all she’s got now. Sorry about that.“

And then Lena looked at me and said, “I’m not sorry about that. Is that all right?”