As the Buddha1 said， life is suffering. To love is to lose. In the natural order of things， we will eventually lose our own parents and in the natural order of thing， this will happen after we're already adults. Except when it doesn't.I lost my dad when I was young -- suddenly， in a car crash. I never had a chance to say goodbye. He never had a chance to see me grow from a messed up girl into a much-less-messed-up woman. He died worried about me. I live with this. And yet， positive ways. I grew up. I've spent my life trying to make him proud.We metabolize these sudden losses like shocks to our system， like fault lines， like the traumas2 they are. Ask anyone who has like it was on that day; the scent3， of an oil refinery4， of powdered donuts， brings it back.And suddenly the tears pool in our eyes， our hearts crack open. We live in all the beautiful， human brokenness of these losses. Our awareness5 to embrace the ordinary as the amazing turn of circumstance that it is.