Saying goodbye is hard. The staff where Don has lived for 4 and a half years have literally formed my Village.
Tonight i am grieving saying goodbye to some dedicated caregivers, and really decent human beings. We all know why it was time for us to “hit the road,” but the next bend is scary, of course.
And i will miss the sweet thoughtful kindness of those who looked after Don, and so many times held me as i wept uncontrollably.
The die is cast now, but it is a small beautiful Valley. My friends, be well, until we meet again, and I am sure we will.