A few weeks later, during a quiet family gathering, I shared a recording of Caleb’s voice saying, “Goodnight, Mommy. I love you,” something he had once recorded for fun. The room fell silent. Instead of accusing or shouting, I gently explained that his belongings were not just “old things,” but pieces of a life we cherished. Ethan supported me, and the family finally understood that grief is not something to be erased, but something to be honored with compassion and respect.