Nineteen days after his funeral, our daughter was born. During fourteen exhausting hours of labor, I finally played the message. Mark\u2019s familiar voice filled the room, telling me I was brave and that he was proud of me. I named her Nora June Carter, combining both names we had argued over. His mother, Joan, who had opposed his organ donation, eventually listened to her own recording.<\/p>\n
Mark reminded her of the winter coat he had given to a boy who was cold, explaining that he was simply giving away a bigger coat this time. Joan finally understood, apologized to me, and began helping raise her granddaughter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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