I have seen this quote several times on Facebook in the last few weeks, if not months.  Every time I've seen it, it brought to mind something that I really hoped I would not have to let go of and yet I knew on some level in my heart and in my head that I would and I should.  At least let go of how it was.

Today I let go.  It is sad.  I will probably go through many spaces of sad and mad for awhile.

I know I loved largely.  I hope I lived gently, albeit perhaps a bit too meekly.  And I hope I am letting go gracefully; not "nicely" but gracefully and truthfully.

I just found this unpublished.  It was written over a year ago.