Was your teddy bear your best friend?
Did your blankie protect you from all the scary stuff?
Could you leave the house without that one thing?


What happens when that one thing can’t protect us anymore?
Do we turn to that one person who we think has all the answers then cry when they leave us behind like we left our blankies?


Is it even worth the risk to get close to people when you don’t know if they will be here next week or even tomorrow?

Why does it seem that there are more goodbye’s in life than hello’s?

Is saying goodbye the start of something better?