\u201cWait! Please, don\u2019t leave yet!\u201d I was almost outside the hospital when Dr. Daniel Brooks came running toward me, holding something behind his back. My husband, Mark, had died that morning, and I was carrying his watch, wallet, and gray sweater in a plastic bag. I thought there was nothing left for me in that building except heartbreak. Then the doctor told me Mark had given him something three weeks earlier and made him promise not to show it to me until he was gone.<\/p>\n
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Mark and I had spent five beautiful years together, dreaming about becoming parents. When I finally became pregnant, we thought our lives were beginning. Then doctors discovered an aggressive brain tumor. Mark knew he might never meet our daughter, so he made one final decision: he wanted to donate his organs and give other families more time together. But before he died, he secretly arranged something else. And when Dr. Brooks placed a small wooden box in my hands, I finally understood why my husband had insisted I must never leave the hospital empty-handed.<\/p>\n
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