All things must come to an end. Some events have grand closing ceremonies with music and fireworks. There is cheering in the stands as thousands watch in fasination. The cameras flash and there are smiling faces everywhere.
Other endings happen on cold mornings in February in a quiet kitchens. There are no marching bands. There are no flags waving. There is only the realization that what was once looked forward to with great anticipation has ended.
Farewell to "Whistler"
1 comment:
Love your post!! Farewell to you my Whistler friend....you will be missed...I only met you a couple times but was fond of you and your twin....sniffing....goodbye!!
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