She arrived with a warmth I immediately noticed soft voice, understanding eyes, and a gift Sam had wanted me to have. We sat together quietly before she revealed what he had kept locked inside all those years. She explained that Sam had loved our son profoundly, and his loss had shaken him deeply. His outward calm wasn’t indifference and it was the only way he could hold himself together without shattering.
Then she handed me a small, worn notebook – Sam’s personal journal. Within its pages were letters to our son, reflections on grief, and thoughts he had never voiced. As I read them, the weight of my long-held pain began to ease. I realized that grief manifests differently for everyone, and sometimes the quietest souls carry the deepest love. In that moment, something within me shifted, and I felt a sense of peace I had been longing for since the day we lost him.
