Remembering My Son: Sixteen Years Wasn’t Enough

The narrator later visited the lake herself and discovered a hidden wooden box beneath a tree. Inside were dozens of letters Sam had written to their son — one for every birthday since his death. The letters were filled with love, pain, and the emotional honesty he never showed in life.

Standing by the lake at sunset, the narrator realized that grief takes many forms. Finally understanding Sam’s hidden sorrow allowed forgiveness to enter her heart, offering long-awaited healing.

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