After my son died, my friend moved away. What I discovered later devastated me all over again.

 My close friend kept telling me over and over, "You have to keep going," and although it seemed impossible, I finally found a way to cope.

She was always there for me, offering comfort as my pain became unbearable.

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Two months later, he suddenly moved to another state for a new job.

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It happened so fast that I barely had time to process his departure.

Although I missed her, I was glad she was looking for new opportunities.

One day, I decided to visit her unexpectedly.

When she opened the door, she froze, pale and with trembling hands.

Worried, I went inside and what I saw almost made me faint.

There, in his living room, was a small monument he had created for my son.

Our favorite toys are carefully ordered, a vehicle that is easily titillated and has photos marked with it all in the home.

If I look at the eyes of the eyes to understand what this means: my life is animated in health, my life is silent with its propio dolor all the time.

Confesó entre lagrimas que había amado a mi hijo como si fuera suyo y que se había mudado ne para escapar de mí, sino para ocultar su pain y que yo pudiera empezar a sanar sans sens sur la charge.

At this moment, understand the depth of our vinculo.

The pain of our lives left much to me, but I also lived most of the time with love and friendship

All together, we finally compare the pain that we already have in our interior.

With this, the people that our impulse to seguir are adelante sufren igual de profoundly; solo que lo hacen en silence.