Let's put that story in a more real situation. You grew up with a teddy bear for several years and then your mother came in a took it away because she thought that you weren't interested anymore. When you returned from college you find out that your Mother put it in the attic in a locked storage area that was never going to be opened and no matter what you were not going to be able to ever reach for it because it was untouchable by that point and was never to be again. Since WoL closed it has been out of your reach unless you decided to break a law to do it. Disney was never planning to use it again as Buzzy. At some point we all have to let go. We have to know that some things are worth a lot of bad feelings about, a parent, a wife, a good friend, a favorite uncle or aunt, the 55000 people attached to the names on a wall in Washington,DC. At some point life itself lets you know what is worth grieving over and what isn't. Life is a cruel teacher. I know I come across sounding heartless from time to time, but, rest assured I am not. In my 70 years I have lost a lot of people that I was close too, so, I guess, it is difficult for me to get all upset about a robot. However, I apologize for not being sensitive to what I consider to be hardly anything worthy of that kind of grief. Miss it? Sure! Wish it was still there? OK! Wish we could all see it again? Fine!... but, that magnitude of grieving over what amounts to a big toy that you didn't even own, is something that someday you might look back on and think that the emotion was a little misguided.