To live here is to lose something.
Every single human being is moving through this life while mourning a letting go: of someone they loved, their old story about God, their former image of country, the earlier mythology of their family, their belief in the goodness of people, the disconnection of a treasured relationship, of their sense of optimism about the future.
The loss here is universal. If we lean hard into this truth, we can trace the source of our trauma, we can courageously face our own mortality, we can become aware of the wounds of the world, and we can be agents of healing and hope in the midst of the mourners.