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Grief, he supposed, was always to some extent about a loss of identity. There was a piece of oneself woven into their interactions with the outside world. Whenever parts of the world died, so too would the piece of oneself that existed only in relation to what was lost. Family members who knew you better than anyone. Friends with whom you shared inside jokes. Pets that greeted you a particular way every time you got home. Every loss carried the realization that those special, personal things you shared with those you cared for could not continue. It was just a part of you that didn’t exist anymore.