I am not only a story of my losses. I experienced erosion by losses and everyday work to grow back into myself. Ambiguous loss, our erosion, our pain, is how we find common empathy but not why we exist.

The purpose of our existence is to love. To extend love. Show love. Spread love. Make love. Our makeup is a story of love and empathy. Love to be sent to ourselves and everyone else. We heal. We repair. We empathize with ourselves. We start again. We love again. Maybe we will end with a loss again. And then we start again.