When I leave Delaware, I will never look back on the people I knew. The important ones are all dead.

I will miss the ocean and my favorite secret places. Thrashers fries and boardwalk days with my son. Maybe the fox crying in the woods, or baby deer munching blueberries, the osprey gliding down the beach with a fish in its talons.

I have lots of good memories. A mind-full, a heart-full of happy times. But those parts are over and they are never happening again.

These people can suck my ass.