Ran into a friend
A friend's only son was killed in a motorcycle crash 5 years ago. He was a bright shining star of a guy, high achiever, great athlete, superb student, etc. I hadn't seen her in a while, and she related they were doing some work in the house (carpet, painting), and they had finally ventured into their son's room to work there also. Not much had been done in his room for the past 5 years, and she was relating how hard it was even now. Every little thing in the room brought up emotions just sitting below the surface.
I don't know why I am sharing this, but I'm so glad I ran into her and she could share with someone who knew her son and the situation. I know it means a lot to be able to talk about the loss.