A friend came home to dinner last Saturday to night. Said they just came from a funeral. And mentioned this sweet little girl 24 years old with two children and her husband just 28, killed in an accident. 28. And so he was snuffed out riding his motorcycle. A pattern. Same thing happened to her own parents. She never saw her father. He was killed in the second world war. And here these little children she has, they will not remember their father. They know him now, but time will fade their memories and they won’t know him. It’s a pattern.264 ¶25