End of an Era The worst part of life is death. Profound, right? Maybe some Greek philosopher chiseled that into stone or I heard Tupac rap about it, but it's true. Typically, though, it's the death of a loved one, or worse, in my case—a cat. But every once in a while, something else comes to an end, and the loss hits you harder than you ever imagined it would. Not because of what it was, but because of what it represented. A point in time. A reminder of a younger version of y
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