Someday, it will be the last time my dog greets me as I walk in the door.
Someday, it will be the last time I talk to the students and colleagues who have become my friends.
Someday, it will be the last time I drive my beloved Nissan Sunny.
The last time always marks the passing of an era.
There are lasts and then there are lasts; there are lasts you can predict and prepare for, like the last day of school; but then there are lasts that no one knew would occur so soon. Perhaps I would have treasured those times more if I had known they were the last? But then again, I would never know until it has passed..
In memory of Krusty, Tiffany's lovely dog, passed on 20th September 2007 of spleen cancer.