History mortality the present

I think a lot about mortality. I am here for such a relatively short time. Soon I will be going back to God.

I think about that when I read about great men. They lived in their time. They lived around in the world interacting lots of other people whose names have not been preserved. People like me. But they were important to others in their time. They had children and raised them. They could be my ancestors or ancestors of my friends. Though unknown to me they have a connection to me.

When we are young history bores us. As we age history gets more interesting think because we do sense our place in it and that soon we will be part of history. We are making it now.

When I come home from work I drive east on 610 South and make the connection to 288 North. From that overpass you can look out your window and see the downtown skyline. You can also see the medical center skyline. That one is closer so they both look about the same size. I always wish there was a way to get a great picture of this whole scene. You get a wide sweeping panorama of the city. To the right as I make the turn I can see some refineries in Pasadena and the "coffee factory" on Harrisburg near my house. I'd like to be able to stop and drink it in for a while. But you can't. I am going 50 MPH and soon this scene will be behind me.

Last night I was coming home after dark. The lights make it look different but no less beautiful. Maybe on Christmas morning I could come back here and stop the car. I've thought about doing this before but I never have actually done it.

Last night I got a sense of being a small part of this big city. I remember when it was much smaller. That's a part of history I was involved with. I know after I am gone it will still be here hardly noticing I have left. Yet for this present time I am a part of it. This is my city. I belong to it. I feel at home here.