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.

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

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