I Didn’t See the Love Until Grief Forced Me to Understand

For most of our marriage, I believed my husband felt nothing deeply. Sam had a way of moving through life that felt impenetrable, as if emotion simply slid off him. When our sixteen-year-old son died in a sudden accident, my world shattered. I screamed, cried, stopped functioning altogether.

Sam did none of those things.

At the hospital, he stood motionless, hands folded, eyes dry. At the funeral, his expression never wavered. When we returned home to a house stripped of noise and laughter, he retreated into schedules, work, and long silences. I mistook his stillness for absence. His quiet felt like abandonment.