It does not take long to live through a generatio - only 30 years. Watching the Royal wedding reminds me that I have already entered into the third generation- my last one. Looking back, I can only agree how fleeting time is. It has been more like a dream. No wonder the Bible describes life lasts like a puff of vapour. Before we know it, it is finished.

60 years of waiting - to talk to my parents face to face, eyes to eyes. I finally got my wish in my last visit. 90 years of striving and getting the best for themselves, in the end, no one was able to comfort them, so even this family black sheep's bleeting is better than nothing.

Though it is more like looking at the shadows of their backs disappearing into the sunset. I have the blessed hope that I will have a fantastic reunion with them in the new kingdom and earth.