End of the line...

This needs to be recorded.

I was staring at the carpet cause I was bored, and I am not an overly or even slightly emotional person, but, I felt a lump in my throat and tears started welling in my eyes from contemplation as I stared at the grapevine sort of pattern. At first, my thoughts were that the "fruit" looked like a heart. No, no, no, not a heart shape, but two strong muscles that could pump blood through the vines, I sort of giggled thinking of all of the metaphors of grapejuice and blood, even it's name is called "sangria" or some Sanguine word. But, my mind stayed on on fact as it followed each off shooting vine to it's conclusion. It maybe one very large/long interconnected vine, but it had so many ends!! I thought of my uncle Al who only had daughters although he named one Allison, he only has sisters, too. So this song came to mind: Morrissey - (I'm) The End Of The Line (W/Lyrics): http://youtu.be/Wal-q0Wny8c . Really, it happens for various reasons all of the time. I think of it as perfectly normal, nothing sad, because since a child I had the notion that these are the latter-days so, no big deal. But, what made me sad was that each person is on that line so as we do genealogy even those who lived without an opportunity to accept the gospel because it was not even on the earth. What if during that time your line ended, there would be no ancestors to do your work for you, which ordinances like baptism is required to even enter the kingdom of God, right? So, it really, really makes,me sad. But, maybe the pattern was intended to communicate that and since the message was recieved I will seek out as many such lines as I can.