Two months after my son passed away, I finally understood what true friendship really looks like. My closest friend didn’t rush me, didn’t tell me to “move on” or “be strong.” Instead, she simply stayed—listening, holding space, and sitting with me in the quiet moments of my grief. She let me cry, remember, and even just be. In that presence, I realized that friendship isn’t about fixing pain; it’s about sharing it, quietly and unwaveringly. That’s when I truly saw what it means to have a friend who never leaves, even when the world feels unbearably silent.
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