To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

Ecclesiastes 3:1-4

It can be difficult to let go of things that were once great and wonderful and are now wan copies of their former glory, but sometimes old things need to die to create space for new things to grow and blossom.

RIP