For fall we must. That is the way of life, a way that Nature has always been symbolizing through this thing called Death. Nothing lasts forever, and that is the absolute truth.
The boy stood there, in front of the doctor watching him talk to his parents. He could not comprehend what was being told, but he knew something was up, because of the lines across his father’s face. He recognized them well, for he had seen them well worn on his mother’s face. The lines of worry.