Tonight is closing night of the high school musical, scores of people have put in hundreds of hours over the past five months. My son Ben has been working on it since last summer when he chose the show. And in a few hours it will all be over, living on only in the hearts and minds of all the kids and adults who worked on the show and of audience members who came to watch and cheer. I am feeling sad and wistful about that, even though I am just one of those audience members. As I've said before, I have a hard time with endings. I know things can't go on forever; I know some things must end in order for other things to begin. But still it's hard when musicals end, when friends move away, when your kids graduate from college and can no longer come home for breaks and holidays. It's harder still when lives end, and widows like my mom and Steve's mom are left to carry on alone and when grown-up kids like me can't call their dads on Saturday mornings. Yet all we can do is hold on to the sweet memories, while we forge ahead, thinking about what we're going to do next . . .