When I was a kid, my dad would say “All good things must come to an end” whenever it was time to leave my grandparents’. It was just a passing phrase, something he said as we left.
Those visits were the best part of my childhood. The whole family was there. We ate, played music, opened presents. As kids, we played all kinds of pretend there. The gatherings stopped when my grandparents passed. They were the anchor holding everyone together. Now we're scattered across the globe, and I'm lucky if I see my siblings and cousins once every couple of years.
That light phrase has grown heavier with time.
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