“Pooh sat very still beneath the stars, with tears gently rolling down his cheeks. He whispered to the night, hoping the stars might carry his words to where they needed to go. ‘I miss you,’ he said softly, his little voice trembling, ‘more than honey, more than anything in all the Hundred Acre Wood.’ And as he gazed at the brightest star above, he wondered if perhaps those we love never truly go away, but instead shine down from the sky, so that when we look up, we can feel them close. The night was quiet, except for the sound of his own heart remembering. ‘It hurts,’ Pooh thought, ‘but maybe that’s because love is so very big, and my heart is only so very small.’ And though the ache stayed, so did a gentle warmth, as if the star itself was whispering back: love doesn’t end, it only changes shape. Pooh wiped his eyes, folded his paws together, and promised that no matter how far away someone seemed, he would keep them close in every thought, in every star, and in every beat of his very small but very brave heart.” — Winnie the Pooh