For every thing there is a season

Yep, this is it

As we drove through the town I grew up in Fran asked me what the house looked like now. As I described it to her she said "It is time they tore it down." She is right. It has not seen a coat of paint in maybe thirty years and it looks unoccupied. The memories of course came back to me of playing in that yard. Even then, almost sixty years ago, we had mice and rats. Now it is worse.
Have you ever thought it is the same with people? Everyone has their time and as that

time passes it becomes more and more obvious to that person as well as those around them that it is time to go. Morbid? Maybe, but it is a fact. Kind of like that old song some of you may remember.
Ken

Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
I'm getting ready to meet the saints