I am 48, but being a late in life baby, my mother passed over 10 years ago, my father just a year ago, my aunt this year. My sister is in her 70's. My bother is in his 60's. I can easily become melancholi to realize there are none left from the previous generation. The next generation to pass on will be mine. The memories of all the good times, a mental picture of my mom playing with my son, of my parents driking coffee in the early morning on our porch, all bring about a sense of darkened pleasure. But then my mind wonders beyond the short time we have on this earth through my misty future and into the life God has promised me. As good as the memories are that I have now, how many more experiences and memories I will have to look forward to when I join those that have gone on. How my heart swells within my chest to anticipate joining my parents and their parents and so on in a great big family reunion for all those who have accepted Jesus and loved Him. And we will build memory upon memory forever more. But then ultimate joy comes when I look into the eyes of my Creator, King, Savior, Master and Lord. Visualize what it will be like when he looks into yours. Here is a memory of mine of my maternal grandmother. She used to sing this song to me when I was very small: "Little birdy, little birdy come sing me a song. For I've a short time to be here, but a long time to be gone." | 
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