Why Does It Have to Change?

Sunday lunches at grandma's house were the center of our world. Kids running through

the yard, football flying through the air. Grandpa watching from the porch,

happy just to be there. Everyone crowding round the churn waiting

for that homemade ice cream. Life felt steady then, like it would

always stay that way. But after grandpa passed, the gathering stopped

happening. People went their own directions and the house got quiet.

Why does it have to change? Why can't some things stay the way they were?

One day you think you'll have it forever and the next day it's only