A Seat for Aaron
I had one request for my wedding day: an empty chair for my late son, Aaron. He died in a motorcycle accident at 18, and the grief never left me. Everyone understood—Mark, my fiancé, was supportive. That seat was sacred. No one should touch it.

A Shock at the Altar
As I walked down the aisle, I saw someone in Aaron’s seat—a young man, around Aaron’s age. I froze, anger surging through me. “Who is he?” I whispered to Mark.

The Heartbeat of Life
Mark’s voice was quiet: “That’s the recipient of Aaron’s heart.” My legs wobbled as I turned to face him. The young man stood, his eyes filled with gratitude and sorrow. “My name is Daniel,” he said, explaining how Aaron’s heart saved his life.

A Mother’s Gift
Tears blurred my vision as I embraced Daniel, feeling Aaron’s spirit in his steady heartbeat. “Thank you for coming,” I whispered. “Thank you for letting me meet you.” Daniel’s promise to live a life honoring Aaron gave me peace. That day, Aaron was there in his heartbeat.