Again and again goodbye

Today I helped tape the last Easter Sunrise service at Walter Reed.

... The Last.

The last few years I was in the service I would look at everyday occurrences and note that then might be the last time these common events might happen, and ultimately, I was eventually correct. No longer strolling to the courtyard during lunch. Admiring the view (a joke of course, the view out the windows at the Pentagon shows more dirty windows held in place with crumbling concrete). Walking through the shops on the concourse. Gone soon.

With this thought haunting me, I watched as the crew broke down the equipment.

I've been here before.

In youth we have little past, and so look forward

... but with age comes many more goodbyes.