Unless something unfortunate happens, always a possibility, in a few hours I will have made it to the end of another month.
There's a last time for everything. Earlier today I was wondering when he last time I used a permanent working out house. Not a porto-potty or stuff they stick up at work sites and large gatherings, but a structure used because the house did not have indoor plumbing. This wasn't an out of the blue rumination......I was listing some comic postcards on eBay where outhouses were the theme, and it got me to thinking.
I don't know the exact date, but it was probably in my late teens, at my grandparents house on Montgomery Creek in Knott County, Ky. I'm pretty sure I didn't realize it was my last time and even if I had I have no idea what I would have done differently. No type of ceremony comes to mind.
I assume this is not my last August, but we'll have to wait a year to find out. If I knew for a fact it was my last August, I doubt I'd change anything. I could light a candle, I guess, but why bother.