I lost my son in a tragic accident when I was 16. My husband at the time, Sam, remained distant, never showing any emotion. Our family couldn’t cope with the loss, and we divorced. Years later, Sam passed away. A few days later, his current wife came to see me.
She revealed to me that Sam had discovered he wasn’t our son’s biological father. He had kept this secret, deeply hurt, but he loved our son nonetheless and regretted not having been able to show it.
I had made a mistake: my son was from a previous relationship, but I never imagined Sam would discover it alone. His grief and his love coexisted silently for years.
Story 2: An Unconventional Birthday
All my life, I celebrated my birthday on July 14th. When requesting my birth certificate for a job, I discovered that I was born on the 13th.
My mother confessed that she changed the date because her father had died on July 13th, and she didn’t want to associate my birthday with a day of sadness. I always celebrate it on the 14th. It’s her way of separating the sorrow from the joy. And I appreciate that gesture