Nothing Lasts Forever
Nothing lasts forever.
I thought I knew that. I knew the pencils were sharpened away,
the fall colors faded to winter blankness,
the ice cream eventually melted.
But when I heard those four words,
everything I thought I knew... wasn’t,
that nothing truly lasted forever.
”Your father passed away.”
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