My husband and I realize we've been carrying our son's death differently for over a decade now — he's found peace and meaning while I'm still angry some days, and we've stopped really talking about it because we're afraid our different places will hurt the other person. The silence between us around this feels worse than the grief itself.
More people experience this than they realize.
Love means wanting to protect each other from pain, but sometimes that protection becomes the very thing that separates you.
“Where Are You with How grief changes over years and decades?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.