The Love Campaign
Because love doesn’t have to end with loss
A February giving campaign centered on grief, memory, and love that continues.
Now live | Feb 9 - Feb 28
Now live | Feb 9 - Feb 28
♥️ Five members of our community share personal reflections on love and the quiet ways loss reshapes us.
♥️ Each story holds a different expression of grief — tender, complicated, unfinished. At the end, the storyteller chose a heart to reflect how theirs feels now.
♥️ We invite you to read. And if it feels right, add a name to our Love Cloud or support this work in honor of someone you hold close.
Lauren Adegoke
For years, I believed sadness was something you had to outrun. In the military, you learned to adapt quickly — to move on before anything could pull you under. Speed felt like strength.
It wasn’t until much later that I discovered something unexpected: sadness could be sat with. Held. Even trusted.
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Astrid Mayorga
I slowly disappeared in a marriage I thought was normal.
I didn’t begin therapy to change my life — I began it to be a better mother.
What I found instead was language for my grief, and the steady rebuilding of myself.
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Diana Moy Lee
When we had to leave the home that quietly carried our family’s life, I didn’t realize how much of myself was rooted there. This is a story about naming the grief of losing a place — and learning that loss doesn’t need to be dramatic to be real.
It’s about the kind of grief that lingers in the heart, even well after the boxes are unpacked.
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Suri Grace Wong
I’ve lived with chronic illness for most of my life. It comes in cycles, reshaping my body, my plans, and how I understand strength. Over time, I began to see that grief isn’t always about losing someone. Sometimes it’s about living with what doesn’t leave — and learning how to stay in relationship with yourself anyway.
Art became the place where I could hold what felt too heavy for words.
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Rebecca Wu
When I was eight years old, I arrived at a funeral without fully understanding why we were there.
No one explained what had happened. I pieced together my grandfather’s death from overheard conversations and silence that lasted for years.
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Reflect on these stories. Share this page. Support our work.
Each act helps love continue.
As a thank-you at certain levels of giving, we offer:
Our My Book of Stuff creative sticker journal— a gentle place to express, remember, and honor what still lives inside you
Our handcrafted Living Memory Box, personalized and made with care— a tangible home for love, letters, and objects to land
These are meaningful extensions of the care, ritual, and reflection at the heart of our work.
Whether you give once, give monthly, or simply share this campaign with someone who may need it — your participation matters.
Every story shared. Every name added. Every gift offered.
Together, we become a way for love to keep going.