Monday, March 10, 2025
Time: 5:20 PM
Song: Yesterday Never Tomorrows
Artist: The Stills
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on the way home from work.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1z7UGbA27hegRdEklMe1y6?si=f2154653f61e4b68
“Nothing lasts forever, I hope this lasts forever.” That’s part of the chorus from this song.
In January of 2020, I joined Write On, a local group of aspiring writers. They met in a side room that night. There was six-to-eight local writers in attendance, and a local children’s writer gave a short presentation.
A sturdy gray-haired lady gave me a folder with a series of handouts inside about writing and welcomed me to the group. She was the leader of this band. Her name was Kay.
I made one or two meetings, and then COVID hit. For almost a year, I heard nothing, and then found out a few of the members were meeting online. I joined a few of those, and at some point, it just became Kay and me.
We shared stories, getting to know each other through the miracle of the internet. I found out about her love of cats and her self-published book. She liked to laugh.
Gradually, the world reopened, and we started meeting again. A few of the other members returned, but over time, they stopped showing up for various reasons.
So, for several months, heck maybe a year, it all sort of runs together, Kay and I were the lone attendees of Write On meetings.
Kay would worry about this at times, but she refused to give up on the group. Over the last year and a half, we picked up another regular, and then another, our meetings bulging to four people, maybe even five once.
At the end of last year, Kay gave me her key to Harvest Time, and she encouraged me to develop a new format for the group.
I think maybe she knew something was coming.
We lost Kay over the weekend, and Write On will never quite be the same.
“Nothing lasts forever, I hope this lasts forever.”
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