After My Husband Became an Or:gan Do:nor, His Doctor Stopped Me in the Hospital Hallway and Said, “He Made Me Promise to Give You This Only After He Was Gone.”

I thought honoring my husband’s final wish would be the hardest thing I
would ever have to do. Then his doctor handed me an envelope Jonah had
secretly prepared-and I realized he had not only been preparing for his
de:ath. He had been preparing to protect me from what came afterward.

“Rachel, wait!”

I kept walking down the hospital corridor.

If I stopped, someone would say Jonah’s name again. Someone would touch
my arm and give me that careful look people used when they didn’t know what
to say to a woman who was 8 months pregnant and had just lost her husband.