Moments In Time - The Reason Why

Recently we learned of the death of 2 men - 1 a friend of ours and 1 a friend of my middle daughter - both were around my age. We never know how long our journey will be and so I thought it was time I wrote down some memories and thoughts so that my grand-daughters (and even my children) knew what I felt at certain times in my life. There is no rhyme nor reason to which ones comes when, although the ones about the week in August and my eldest grand-daughter's birth were relevant to dates and what memories they stirred up in me at the time.

Many years ago before her death my grandmother wrote a book about her life called The Clock of Time. I don't think I will ever get that done, but nonetheless it may be that sometime in the future one of my grandchildren asks a question about their grandma - hopefully these small snippets will help them and others to know me more fully - especially if I am no longer here.

My grandmother's book ends with the following verse - not hers and she does not quote the author

The clock of life is wound but once
And no man knows when the hands will stop
At late or early hour
Now is the only time we own
Live, love and work with a will;
Place no faith in tomorrow
For the hands may then be still.