Along Broadway, west of Garth and before West Boulevard you can see the people as they mow their lawns and the grass grows down to the sidewalks and beyond the sidewalk, that space between sidewalk and street, the grass grows over the curbing, which is old and in some places has completely deteriorated with time. That curbing is remembrance itself. At one time it was young curbing, new and well formed and the houses which were built up behind it were once new houses, built by people who lived lives and had dreams. What happens to dreams? When a person grows old, where do they go?
My grandmother would tell my mother who told me, "Always have something to look forward to." And in the last years of her life, when she was in her nineties, when she was becoming sicker and nearing her end, she knew and then she told me, "When you are old, all you have are your memories." Live a good clean life. Make good memories.
"This is what the past was for! Every experience God gives us, every person he puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see." Corrie Ten Boom.