Dad used to walk us to school (with the promise of a Terry's chocolate Waifa from Vera Carrington's corner shop). 
One morning, he spotted a reflective glass cat's eye in the road and hid it in a hole in the wall. Every day, for months afterwards, we'd stop and check it was still there.
And it always was.
Until one day it wasn't.
We were saddened by this, knowing it was gone and that the walks to school would never be quite the same.

Nothing can last forever, something that was borne out by the sad events of February 24th. 

Farewell, Dad. You're on your last voyage. See you on the other side.