As I sit by Maw-Maw's bedside I watch the precious few pictures we have left flash across the digital picture frame. I see the old house, the kids when they were little, pictures of us when we were teens and I can't help but play that Benny Grunch song, Over By Your Mama'n Nem in my head. I want nothing more than to go back fifteen or twenty years, back to when we had all our parents, aunts and uncles, back to when we weren't the older generation, back to a time when we knew less about the world.
I watch those pictures go by and I realize that time is always moving on. That damn song breaks my heart every time I hear it and yet, because it hits so close to home how can I not keep playing it over and over in my head?