This morning as I was driving to work I heard a song on the radio called Dust in the Wind. The band Kansas released the song on their album “Point of Know Return” in 1977, Kerry A. Livgren wrote the song. That song seems to always bring tears to my eyes. You can feel the emptiness in the words; “All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity, dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind”… I’m in my 50’s now and have a number of grandchildren too. The song reminds me how fast time goes by. I thought I would have accomplished more by the time I reach 50.
“Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea” this verse made me look around at my fellow morning commuters on the road and wonder what they are going through? What’s on their mind? So I start praying for them, because God knows what they are going through. “Just a drop of water”; the water drops and ripples out then disappears, it is kind of sad. My granddaughter told me that she went to a cemetery and that it was creepy. I told her that she was thinking wrong. That she should read the headstones and realize that those people are people that someone loved and cared about. When she reads their name, at thatpeople matter moment they become noticed again and recognized as a person. Doesn’t it make you wonder what their life was like?
The next verse in the song is “all we do, crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see”. My grandmother impacted my life as well as my siblings and cousins. She couldn’t drive and rarely left her home, but everyone who visited her, knew you were loved. She didn’t help send the men to the moon, nor did she discover penicillin but everything she cooked was wonderful. And you knew you were important because she made sure you knew you were. A few times she took my sister and me on the bus to go into the city to see a movie; she always talked to strangers, always acknowledged them and treated them with kindness, my sister and I would watch her. I’m not sure this versus in the song isn’t just overly pessimistic, I would like to think that Alexander Flemings discovery of Penicillin hasn’t crumbled to the ground, nor has my grandmother’s examples.
“Don’t hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky”… My husband is always telling me this. We can’t hang on to the pass and the “what ifs”, we can learn from them but live for today. “Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky”. Well it is a song, a sad song and we don’t really know how long the earth and sky will last; according to some they may not even last forever. People don’t last forever but our memories of them can keep them alive. Memory Medallion is a website that offers QR codes that can be placed on the outside of a columbarium niche front or a memorial which provide lasting, multi-media remembrance of that person. When you use your smartphone and scan the QR code, it will take you to a website that provides the person’s story, images and even video. I bet my granddaughter would do this and make the people real again.
“It slips away, all your money won’t another minute buy”. We all know this. We can’t take it with us; we don’t know the date or the time of when we will “slip away” so every minute counts. What you say, what you do, how you treat others, what you think matters. It is the people we impact. The people that are in our lives we touch. Maybe it is even that person we smiled at the grocery store yesterday, or the elderly man whose story we listened to while waiting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Dr. Seuss wrote a book called “Horton Hears a Who” (one of my childhood favorites), the meaning of the book is, a persons a person no matter how small. This is why we are passionate about what we do. We believe a columbarium belongs on your church or organization campus, or a tribute tower or memory wall. Every person matters.