Handing over my class

It's something that hasn't quite sunk in yet, but this morning I handed my class over to the new teacher. I said goodbye to my class, even called them my little angels. I miss them to bits already. Wish I could carry on with them. On the selfish side, I really hope they remember me and cherish the times we had together, but I know 9-year-olds have short-term memories. If they can't remember yesterday's homework, what more their teacher four months later eh?
I gave them my contact details, and made sure the new teacher has everything she needs to hit the ground running. It's the least I can do, despite my heart aching. Ah, bless them.