My ex-husband Darion and I still live together—divorced but coexisting for financial reasons. One day, without asking, he changed our porch light to green. When I asked why, he only said, “It’s for my father.” Later, a friend told me a green porch light often honors veterans, especially those struggling with PTSD or lost to suicide. That night, Darion finally opened up: his father had died by suicide—something he had only recently discovered. The light was his tribute, a way to say he mattered.
That quiet moment on the porch cracked something open between us. We started reconnecting. Sticky notes, shared meals, laughter. Then came old letters from Darion’s father. Tears. Honesty. Healing.