This is the end, my beautiful friend

I hate half empty houses.

There's a strange feeling in the air, a sense of detachment and disbelief. Can this really be the end of my time here?

Something has come to pass and will never be again. It is the end of an era, significantly so, and that is a feeling I have felt all too often before. And guess what? It doesn't make me run and jump in delight.

Time passes before we even notice it going. Every now and then we get a reminder of this.