It wasn't up to "them".

The Big Man Upstairs ultimately felt it just wasn't either of their times' to go yet. I've found it beneficial to trust in Him for such matters since He always seems to know the right route to take. Every time!

Is there, I wonder, a special time for everything, even those things we can't even imagine in our wildest dreams? What is beyond our dreams? What is bigger than we can imagine?

AlarmClock, what a funny name you have! Pardon me if I have a chuckle about your name here.

Years ago I had a dream in which a clock figured prominently. I woke up, in my dream, and looked at the clock across the room, stood beside it, looked around my darkened room...in my dream.

I don't remember what the time was, in my dream.

I walked into a hallway, out of that room. In the hallway, there was light, and light hands were reaching out to me from the end of the hallway. They were 'real' hands, those light hands. They were fascinating to watch, but I don't remember what happened next. I don't remember approaching the hands, but only looking at them.

So, a dream can be very vivid, can't it? Just like this life of ours, so vivid. After a while, what is so vivid, it is a story we tell.

Thank you for giving me such a chuckle, AlarmClock. I thought you meant I had to do something. Silly me.