There were days when he didn’t say much but his eyes told stories of battles fought quietly. I often look back and wonder: what if I had asked more? What if I had noticed the subtle signs, the heavy silences, the gentle withdrawal? We live in a world where it’s easy to mistake quiet for peace, but sometimes, silence screams the loudest. Since losing him, I’ve made it my mission to listen more deeply, to check in more honestly, and to open up conversations that matter. Talking truly can save a life.