«Pendant les funérailles, mon oncle a ouvert cet immense parapluie rouge pour me protéger du soleil en cette journée d'un bleu parfait. J’ai affronté cette immense douleur sous la structure des rituels et de la tradition, entouré de mes proches et réconforté par leur présence, leur soutien, leurs conseils. J’ai imaginé ce qu’ils ressentaient, et combien cela devait ressembler à ce que je ressentais moi-même, rempli de douleur et d’amour, et j’en ai éprouvé de la gratitude.» - JLC

"During the funeral ceremony, my uncle opened this huge red umbrella to shade me from the sun in the perfect blue day. I faced this immense grief under the structure of rituals and tradition, surrounded by loved ones and comforted by their presence, their guidance. I imagined how they felt and how it must have been the same as how I felt, full of pain and love, and I was grateful.

This push and pull was a novel feeling, and the beginning of an understanding that loss and love are the same spirit showing its face in different phases, like the sun casting night and day on us as we’re thrown around it. At times, it may be out of sight, but if we imagine it, we can almost feel its warmth." - JLC