Orphaned. Widowed. Departed.
Words that identify loss as an identity in perpetuity.
You can never unbecome these identities for as long as life goes on; for as long as anyone lives who remembers your life.
What happens after that? Who are you in your palace of tears and memories you built with all of your effort forever but are now too sweet and painful to call on and you just seek to forget?
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Those descriptors are lasting and yet others that with effort and desire are about love.
Have I shown and given love from the depths of my heart, without judgment?
Have I received love, unconditionally, gratefully and with openness in my heart?
These too are everlasting descriptions and offer treasures.