I held the front door to the church open as the older gentleman stepped out of the car and made his way into the building.
"Good afternoon. How are you?", I inquired as we shook hands.
The hand shake was a long one as he carefully chose his words.
I watched his eyes slowly fill with tears.
"Fine," he said. "But we are sad that you are leaving us. We appreciate you."
And with that he carried on his way as I went on mine.
I'm kind of gutted from that. It hurts to know my leaving causes tears.