Thinking about things earlier and made myself sad. These longer days caused Laura and me to go visit a while before dark. Made me remember the days of long ago when I was a boy and the neighbors would visit in the community late in the day for a little while. My mind took me out the road where I lived and good friends of long ago, and I realized they are all gone now. And that warm and friendly place remember is now cold and sad.

Make precious memories now. They are all that will remain of your old home place in a few short years. Laura commented on the pretty buttercups growing around where old home places used to be, and how each spring they bloom again as if they are doing their best to call all the family back home. But it can never be.

Dad and Mom have gone on as have sister and brother. Each of those buttercups bloom represents one precious memory of the good days celebrated there by people gone on whom we will never see again in this life.

I can almost see them walking through that yard, now overgrown with weeds, where barefoot children once played.

I wonder if buttercups bloom in heaven today, and if loved ones gone on see them blooming and remember as well.

Sometimes those pretty buttercups in the Spring almost seem to say come on home to me.

And someday soon I also will gather with them where the butter cups bloom.

How about you? Are you ready for that day?