The cost of love is loss. The cost of friendship is a goodbye.
My very bestest Alaskan bud is at this moment flying off to her new life in points South. I'll miss her something fierce, but it's good to know she's headed to a good place and open arms.
Sure feels like Alaska just got a whole lot colder though.
Y'all treat her right down there, ya hear? :)
Godspeed, my friend.