All of my childhood memories begin and end with family.  On Sundays, the whole family went to church with Granny and Grandaddy.  Afterward, we all had Sunday dinner together.  At that time I didn't think it was unnatural for Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins to spend so much time together.  I thought that was how all families were.  We would gather around the piano as my dad played and sing good old gospel hymns.  That was my Grandaddy's favorite thing to do, and now looking back it was probably all of our favorite thing.  Spending time as a family has changed.  I don't know if it feels different because I am grown.  I miss that togetherness, that closeness.  Not to say we do not have the closeness, there are seven of us in one house.  But, its different.  I sometimes wonder if my children feel the same way I did being this close to their grandparents.  I know my dad misses Sunday's at my grandparents.  He talks about it often.  I see more and more of my Grandaddy in my dad.  My dad picks on my kids the same way my Grandaddy picked on us.  I remember my Grandaddy cupping his hand and holding it up to our face when we would cry and say "Cry me a handful of tears", which would always make us laugh.  My dad misses his parents more than anything.  He talks about them a lot.  He will sit and listen to old gospel music and cry and say "that was mommas favorite song".  I don't know what its like to loose your parents yet, and I'm sure it is a pain that never eases.  I dread that pain.  I thank God for the childhood memories I have.  I kinda hope that when I get to heaven that my family will be sitting around the table at Sunday dinner, laughing, singing, and loving forever.