The moment.
Grandpa was dying. Too soon. Too young. Our dad sat beside his father's bed in his final days, unsure if his dad even knew what was coming. He worked up the courage and asked, gently, "Dad — do you know that you're dying?" Grandpa turned and looked at him. Calm. Certain. Fearless. As if the game wasn't over yet. And he said, "Son, I'm in the forever business."
That was it. Five words. And a lifetime after them.
We couldn't get the phrase out of our heads. It kept coming back — at the funeral, at family dinners, in quiet moments. It changed how we saw a lot of things. What lasts. What doesn't. What we're actually doing here.









