What happens when you stop being the one who always reaches out?

Relationships.

Family.

Distance.

Effort.

Then the memories start coming back.

Childhood friends.

Family traditions.

Summers that felt like they’d last forever.

And somewhere along the way, you realize something.

Sometimes you don’t know the last time is the last time.

The last game.

The last summer.

The last barbecue.

The last time everybody is together.

Nobody tells you it’s happening.

Life just keeps moving.

This isn’t about blame.

It’s about perspective.

Appreciating the people who became part of your story and realizing some of life’s most important chapters were ending before you even knew it.

The Last Time.

Patty Out.