" Every loss contains all previous attempts to hang on to something you didn't want to lose but had to let go of anyway, from a marble bag filled with the most beautiful marbles and rare shooters, to my brother. We find ourselves in loss and we are who we are - vulnerable beings, like stripped starling chicks that fall naked from their nests and hope they'll be picked up again. "

― Marieke Lucas Rijneveld , The Discomfort of Evening