The Hidden Grief I Never Knew

And then she said the words that undid me:

“He went there every night for years. He left flowers. He spoke to your son. He cried until he was empty. But he didn’t want you to see him like that. He thought if he stayed strong, you’d have something to lean on.”

Her eyes filled.
So did mine.

All those years, I thought he felt nothing.
In truth, he felt everything—and hid it all.

That evening, I followed the pull to the lake.
The sun was sinking, gilding the water.
Beneath a tree, tucked into the trunk’s hollow, I found a small wooden box.

My hands shook as I opened it.

Inside: letters. Dozens.
One for every birthday since our boy had been gone.

Some brief.
Some tear-stained.
Some filled with memories I’d never known.
All of them drenched in the love Sam had never stopped carrying.

I sat on the cold ground and read until the sky went dark.

And for the first time in twelve years, I understood:

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