Read on facebook that a friend of mine from college lost his father yesterday.

Then, walking home, I saw that a pizza restaurant, a small mom-and-pop, that's been there for years (even though I never ate there even once) was for sale. They had changed their name once or twice in the past half-decade, indicating to me that original ownership must have given it up. At any rate, seeing that fixture from my childhood is. ...

One is vastly more important than the other, no doubt. But both represent change and loss. Once again, I am confronted with the hard fact that nothing is forever. And once again, I am deeply hurt.