Leaving it Behind

A voice says, "Cry out."
And I said, "What shall I cry?"
"All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the
flowers of the field.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
because the breath of the Lord blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."
Isaiah 40:6-8

Goodbye Grampies