In sorrow, I watch you walk away through no fault of your own. You were asked to leave. I don’t know why and I probably never will. You came here for just one reason. She was just nine months old when you arrived. Now three years old, nearly four, she will not understand and I cannot explain it because I do not understand it either. But, alas, it is happening and we will all miss you, while trying to embrace the changes destined to come sooner rather than later. Parting is such sweet sorrow, they say, but this one simply hurts. Maybe, one day, we will all be together again. Only time will tell this. Until then, we will cling to the memories. Those are all we will have left.

Goodbye is tricky
It is awkward and painful
Our loss is your gain