The pain is killing me.

I’ve said my good-byes. I’ve put my affairs in order. There’s really not much else that can be said or done.

I wish it would end.

I’ve got no regrets. No nagging guilt to keep me here. I’m ready to leave.

The only problem is, they won’t let go.

I’ve had a good run. Affected a few lives. Made things just a little bit better. I’d like to think I made a difference.

I wish I could tell them to get on with their lives instead of clinging to what’s left of mine.

That’s what made it so special. So precious.

It ends.