My sister died in a car accident last week, and losing her felt like losing part of myself. My husband stayed close, comforting me through the grief.
The night after her funeral, I noticed a fresh tattoo beneath his shirt: an infinity symbol entwined with my sister’s initials.
For a moment, confusion overwhelmed me. Then I remembered—she had been his best friend long before he met me. He was grieving someone he loved, too.
With tears in my eyes, I lay beside him and whispered her name. For the first time since the accident, I felt less alone in missing her.
