LOVE IS THE ONLY THING THAT LASTS

LOVE IS THE ONLY THING THAT LASTS

How do we end a book on loss if we don’t lean back on the expected

happy ending? If we don’t search for a tacked-on transformation, or a

promise

that everything will work out in the end?

I end this book with love because love is all we’ve got. It’s neither up-note

nor doom. It simply is.

We grieve because we love. Grief is part of love.

There was love in this world before your loss, there is love surrounding

you

now, and love will remain beside you, through all the life that is yet to

come. The

forms will change, but love itself will never leave. It’s not enough. And it’s

everything.