Home is north.
That wasn't a choice. The chalkboards and desks urged you to stay, the city lots begged for it, but it's not a choice.
Goodbye.
Spilled tears amount to nothing but misery. The moon will still be pulling tides and heartstrings wherever you go. A smile is worth the memory though. Let us keep just that. We tear down the pictures and cloths and pull them around us for one last look, just to prove that you were here. To others, fighting over a stuffed elephant is ridiculous, but it has sentimental value. And word has it that if we hug him long enough, you'll come back. Can't it just be true?
You'll live and we will too.
Not just because we have to. Because you'd want us to write and draw and sing, and we'd want you to keep inspiring people.
It's sad.
It really, really is.
All you've given us though, that's what keeps us going. We'll keep fighting. You will too.
It doesnt really end like that. It lives forever, even beyond us. It isn't over. We'll all remember it, every single one of us, and we'll keep it alive. This isn't the end of the line.
Thank you for being a part of our lives, giving us a reason to keep going.
Thank you for the poems, the courage, the chess.
Thank you for boldness and weirdness,
Thank you for being the best.
Goodbye,
But not forever.
