After my son passed away, my daughter-in-law has no one except for me.

In the end, the death of my son has shown me the true meaning of family. It’s not just about bloodlines or relationships—it’s about being there for one another, even when the world seems to be falling apart. It’s about finding strength in the face of adversity and supporting each other in the darkest times. And in that, we find healing.

Though my son is no longer here, his memory lives on in both of us, and through our shared grief, we have discovered a new bond—one that is built on love, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to move forward together.