It's hard to say how certain stories just punch us in the heart and the brain at the same time at the end. I suppose that's what we're all looking for. But each story has its own valence, its own way of saying goodbye to you.

By the end of our time here, saying goodbye, Lynn and I were clinging together, crying. It was a horrible thing that happened, this hurricane, but something good came out of it. We got to spend time with a near-and-dear family.

He's got a lot of decisions to make, a lot of things to think out and, of course, saying goodbye to his teammates that he's been with because this is a good group of seniors. They've been through a lot together.

Rather than saying, 'Sorry you can't donate, goodbye,' (we can say) 'we may have this other option'.

Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.

It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard.