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My Mother Kept an Empty Chair for 40 Years. I Finally Understand Why.

I'm seventy-three now, and I've spent most of my life misunderstanding something my mother did every single day. There was a chair at our kitchen table that was always empty. My father left when I was four, and my mother never moved that chair. Not once. For over forty years, she set the table for four people even though only three of us remained. I thought she was stuck. I thought she couldn't let go. I thought it made us look broken. I was wrong. It wasn't until she passed last spring that I found her journal and finally understood what that empty chair really meant. And it changed everything I thought I knew about grief, memory, and what it means to move forward. This isn't a story about how to heal or how to let go. It's just the truth about what I learned too late—and what I wish I'd understood fifty years ago. If you've lost someone and you're not sure whether holding on means you're stuck, maybe this will help. Or maybe it won't. But it's honest. This is a personal story shared from lived experience. I'm not a counselor or therapist—just someone who finally understood something important far later than I should have.