Our Roots (Yeah, We're Going Full Plant Metaphor Here)

 

Picture this: Venice Beach, California. Where muscle bros flex, tourists gawk, and morning glory vines dominate and climb over everything like nature's middle finger to concrete. These badass purple flowers show up every morning, live their best life for exactly one day, then peace out – kind of like the people we lost too soon.

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But here's the thing about those vines – they're beautiful, resilient little bastards. While the flowers come and go, the vines keep growing, spreading, taking over entire buildings like nature's graffiti. That's us – the survivors. We're those vines, refusing to be contained, growing through the cracks, making something beautiful out of the brutal hand we've been dealt.

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Mourning Glory started right here on these sands, because sometimes the best ideas come from rock bottom (or in our case, beach bottom). We're not your typical grief organization with inspirational posters and forced group hugs. We're loss survivors who got tired of the same old "everything happens for a reason" bullsh*t and decided to create something real.

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Our secret sauce? Healing through radical self-acceptance and finding your tribe of fellow survivors. Because let's face it – nobody gets it like someone who's been through it. We're building a community where it's okay to not be okay, where dark humor is welcome, and where we honor our loved ones by living authentically, messily, and unapologetically.

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Because even in the darkness of your mourning, your lives are glorious. And those vines? They're just getting started.

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