Sadness at the End of the Line

It took a snip of my hair, retrieved from the trash and carefully stored in a glass jar, for me to feel the weight of thousands of years coming to a close. The hair represented the love I have for those who contributed to it, and those who contributed to them. Mom and Dad, and their Moms and Dads, ever widening as they fan backward from now. And now I want to praise them, all, and apologize for not being able to push the balls up another pair of hills.