I thought of this post in church this morning -
The pastor's seat on the altar is his walker now,
The choir director was a young Mom when I met her and is now a great grandma,
The lead guitarist had been replaced by his son, his place taken by his son.
The keyboardist now sits when he plays, the trombonist has retired.
The voices in the congregation are a little weaker (except the visiting grandkids)
And the men are grayer (though not most of the women thanks to Lady Clairol)

However the spirit is the same, the smiles are as beautiful, and the hugs are genuine.

Peace on Earth, Good Will toward All.