My dear t: I'm in one of those thinking moods again where it started with me working on my homework, but has morphed into me now worrying about how I will ever say goodbye to you at some point down the road. I know therapy is not supposed to be forever. It can't be anyway. We are not vampires who will live forever either one of us. I have known you as my t for 4 years this month. 4 years, T! This is astounding to me when I think about it. I cannot imagine you not in my life. Does not compute. I suppose we should talk about this.