All this will pass…

One day the house you saved for, decorated on your weekends and worked long hours to pay for, will be somebody else’s home.

One day the restaurant you go to for date night will be a store, or knocked down.

One day the place you identify with will have a different character, and be unrecognisable.

One day your grandchildren will show their children a picture of you, and to those children you’ll look like a relic of another age, with vaguely familiar features.

One day someone will think of you for the last time…