"There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we want to or not, everything eventually ends. As much as I've looked forward to this day I've always disliked endings, the last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend, but endings are inevitable, leaves fall, you close the book, you say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us, today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We're moving on, but just because we're leaving, and that hurts, there are some people who are so much a part of us they'll be with us no matter what, they are our solid ground, our north star, and the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us, Always."
I did lose hope, you know, but I’d get it back. Developed rituals in order to hang on to it. I would stare at your photo on the murder board. And I started thinking if I would look at it enough everyday that would keep you alive. And then I had this thing about your chair. I wouldn’t let anyone touch it. And the night janitor came by and tried to move the chair and I freaked out and almost shot him.