I Lost My Son—Then I Drove His Widow Out of My House. What She Left Behind Destroyed Me

That evening, I drove to her new apartment carrying dinner and flowers. When she opened the door, startled to see me, I pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, “You’ll always have a home with me.” Grief can cloud the heart and make us forget compassion. But love—true love—always finds its way back, reminding us that kindness can heal what loss alone never will.