Adieu My Dear Muchacha Shana Punim

A heavy heart this papa doth air signals necessary pang... this father must bear though...with muted pomp and circumstances I cheer stunning transformation unbelievable, sans thee as youngest daughter doth commensurately commandeer her life by the figurative horns buck haws self reliance mandatory to attain indomitable survival deer to push comfort zones she lucked out with genetics that didst electioneer despite inherent trepidation and fear, she (beloved, emboldened, invincible, et cetera) progeny acquiring, developing, and possessing radiant flair, whose sunny countenance brilliant blinding glare akin to an angelic spirit hooh did hare kin profuse joie de vivre inhere within hermetically sealed armor, asper this "FAKE" junketeer, where parting with bittersweet sorrow tugs this longhair dada, smote by whirlwind visit, and now oppressive pronounced absence more painful greater than hiatus near four years ago, when venturing ala pioneer (with just sixteen orbits under your Kuiper Belt), ye yearned to rear up despite congenital (high functioning autism) diagnosis you launched unlimited sky rocketeer initially requiring parental consent as dreams tease your fancy over the rainbow somewhere reverentially obliged, essentially, dauntlessly and courageously climbing stair weigh to heaven as thee define ultimate goal, bon voyage unavoidably tear ring at this being, unbear rubble, who helped beget thee, yet... cannot do otherwise but abide by law of nature...unfair for birth parents to experience unbear hubble sadness, though starkly oh ware precious offspring must take flight... argh grievous heartache until... sands of time mark many a year!