“I’d turned into someone who realized that when a loved one leaves, she’ll take with her the tree inside of you that was now inhabiting every single inch of you. Your heart will be left in tatters and caked with mud, like a tree ripped from its place. And where the tree once was, there would only be a gaping hole. It was a painful and crushing thought. Only those who’ve had those trees inside of them have the right to discuss the astronomical losses and profits life throws at us.”