I think I'm normal

Life is so full.   For me it's kids, work, music, art, movies, driving a good car, watching the ocean, smelling the early morning mountain air.  Life is time - marked by time's passing.

It's fleeting, passing, unattainable in the end.   I drive the same roads that Ron drove but there's no memory of him there.  I walk in courthouses he practiced in for 30 years, but there's no memory of him there.  I drive by the church where his funeral service was just 4 days ago, but there's no memory of him there.   While his life created memories in people the people are also fleeting and passing - the memories will die.

We're told that time is like a grain of sand.   We're also told that we make a mark in time.  

I don't know the answer right now, but time feels REALLY big to me right now and I feel really, really small.