When Luna Jaffe’s only child died suddenly at the age of 21, her world split open. In the aftermath, grief became both her ground and her sky—a terrain she could neither map nor escape. Out of the wreckage, she began to create: flower mandalas laid tenderly on Hunter’s grave, watercolors stained with sorrow and light, letters scrawled in the night, poems and prayers stitched into pages. This book is a luminous record of grieving that shimmers with unbearable loss and startling beauty.