Leaving is a departure, a permission, and a gift. We leave, and give leave, and leave something behind. To let go is to set free. Each letting go, each leave taking, is a kind of death, an abandonment. And yet the letting go may culminate in fuller presence, rather than absence. As we reflect on those who have left us, either in death or through departures we experience as death, what is the best of them that we can continue to give away? I want to leave you something. Give me away.