Oh, Violet, I am so sorry for you, your father, your stepmother, and anyone else riding this goodbye train. No words make it better or easier or okay. It isn’t okay. It just is.

I am thinking of you. Reserved a place in my heart for you to rest if you feel the need. Come stay a while. That train rides the tracks to its one destination, even if you hop off for a bit. Your reservation awaits. A warm spot where you can hear my heart beat. You’re welcome anytime.