It should be a celebration.
There should be accolades for all that you did.
For all that you built.
For everyone who’s lives were made better by your service.
There should be someone to wax poetic about the standard you did not meet,
And someone thoughtful,
Who will buy you just the right gifts.
You will walk out of a door.
And leave it behind.
Trusting that what you built
Because what you did was not work.
It was passion.
It was valued.
It was taught.
It was learned.
And you are leaving part of it behind.
And we won’t let you down.