And all of the sudden, it’s Spring.
And the boxes come out of storage, and the clothes, and books, and pictures get packed away. And the warm afternoons bring friends together for the last time.
And each moment spent together we cherish.
And the walls become bare.
And what once was home becomes a skeleton of what use to be.
And you realize that it wasn’t the building or the pictures that made it a home,
but the people.
The friends.
The memories.
And no amount of repression, tears, or hugs could ever say how much you all mean to me.
Nor could they express my bottomless gratitude.
And the car door closes.
And the chapter ends.
And the page turns, and a new season begins.
We had no idea that life was just happening.
And our lives part, but they will never be the same.
And we will always carry with ourselves the memories.
The lessons we learned.
The friends who stuck it out with us.
And time is short and fleeting.
We feel like we're given so little, but its exactly what we need.
How do we handle closure?
How do we say ‘goodbye’ in such a way that it encompasses all that ‘goodbye’ really means?
We honor those we love by living out the lessons they taught us.
We love more deeply, more strongly, with more vulnerability.
We love with truth.
I love you all.
