Memories

Another 3:00 am sleepless night. The aches and pains of various conditions are constant reminders of the fragility of the human body especially as it ages.  Herniated discs, cartilageless, joints, arthritis, and sundry issues are all that's left from ones youth and are present to tell us we should have been more kinder and gentle with what we possessed.  All the while this night, as I toss and turn in pain I am drawn to  the fact that just hours ago, my nephew Randy, passed from this life to eternity.  Another reminder of the fragility of life.  Two years separated us in life so the wake-up call of the need to change one's life style is looming large.  What was suppose to be an operation to sleeve an aortic aneurysm, turned into a wake-less sleep as a result of several strokes during the procedure.  Never to wake, he passed onto greater things.  So as I sit, constantly re-positioning myself to ease the aches and pains, I reminisce days gone by when the two of us played and worked on the farm as kids and teens.  Days that now are memories.  The adventures, the make believe, the reality, all rolled up in faded memories soon to be forgotten.  But in the end, it's the memories that sustain us and gives us hope with every recollection.  So as I turn and toss, RIP Randy, enjoy heaven with your Momma, with Jimmy and with Pop Pop, who I'm sure, has a load of post holes that needs unlaoding.