“There’s something I need to arrange. Please trust me.”
It was unlike him to keep anything from me, especially then. But he was strangely firm about it.
So I let him do it.
He died in the hospital with my hand wrapped around his.
Afterward, I signed the final donation papers with tears dripping onto the page.
I remembered that Mark wanted this. I had to honor his final wish, even though doing so caused me unbearable pain.
As I was leaving the hospital, his doctor hurried after me, his face pale. He was holding something behind his back so I couldn’t see it.
“Wait! Please, wait!”
Something in his voice made me stop.
“Mark gave me this three weeks ago,” he said. “He was very specific. You weren’t supposed to see it while he was alive.” …
PART 2
My husband became an organ donor as his final wish.
After he died, I was walking down the hospital hallway, desperate to leave before the grief became unbearable, when his doctor suddenly called my name.
“Sally, wait!”
