His favorite toys were neatly arranged, a candle flickered softly, and there were framed photos of him all over the room.
My eyes filled with tears as I realized what this meant: while she had been encouraging me to heal, she had been silently carrying her own pain all along.
She tearfully confessed that she had loved my son as if he were her own and that she had moved away not to escape me, but to hide her pain so that I could begin to heal without feeling her burden.
At that moment, I understood the depth of our bond.
The pain had taken a lot from both of us, but it had also shown me the power of love and friendship.
We cried together, finally sharing the pain we had both been keeping inside.
Sometimes, the people who encourage us to keep going suffer just as deeply; they just do it in silence.
