I know this is going to
hurt,
Not just right now, but for a
while,
It
hurts losing you. Maybe over time in the summer, the pain
will heal. It will become a scab and begin to heal. Just when
it's fully healed, school will start again and I will
face the halls without you. It's going to kill me seeing
the classroom where you were with other teachers in
it.
I hate it. Hate it. HATE IT.
