Yesterday I had to take
As I watched strangers descending on their items I kept hearing the old verse humming its tune in my ear; "Dust to dust the mortal dies, both the foolish and the wise. None forever can remain, each must lose his hoarded gain."
It was kind of cold to see this beautiful little home, stocked with memories and treasures, being sold piece by piece to buyers only aware of monetary value. Life whittled down to dollar amounts. Why am I so sentimental about it? I have no idea.
As I was relating this to Darryl in the car, he just looked at me and slyly commented, "But those that do remain, scrummage through that hoarded gain." True, true, point taken.