One day, our supervisor told us we were going to remember him and his departure that day and directed us to write a letter to him. When all our letters were written, we gathered in a circle with one empty chair representing him and read our letters aloud. I can tell you I cried a lot when I read mine, and it was the most helpful thing for me. When we finished, she took us outside to the delivery area of the hospital and made us tear the letters apart. We were to never read them again. I can’t tell you how healing it was.”
