Oh the grief...

I walked out of Jim and Amy Bailey's last night crying.
and got in the car and cried some more.
and drove and cried.
and feel on my bed when I got home and cried again..
and now sit at the library and cry as I write about my tears.

cry cry cry.

This grief comes in waves. and I know it is just the beginning.

I have loved deeply during my time here, and will grieve deeply as I leave.