We were standing in a line, it was a short line, for we were early. In fact we were the first ones there. My wife and I and Bob, who walked in just steps before us. There was a small display of flowers in the corner. My wife and Bob, were busily talking when I noticed I was standing between two 8X10 picture frames.
The frame on the left table was a certificate for 40 years of service, the frame on the right table was a picture of Indiana Governor Mitch Daniels presenting the certificate. I thought about where I was standing, in between two pieces of paper.
At home I looked at the stuff I had on my wall, certificates from work, certificates from hobbies, pictures of family members, pictures from high school, etc.. I began thinking, what does all this stuff matter? No one other than me or maybe my wife has any interest in this stuff. Certainly my children nor grandchildren won’t.
I thought about a Steve Goodman song, “In between the lines“, the only thing important here on this side, two pieces of paper. (I’ve included the URL. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vied1Vp8o4 since I couldn’t make this link work)
When you are your age, you’re invincible, when you my age, everything is relative.