There are times when I am reminded of some event that occurred in my life long ago; sometimes triggered by a recent event, often triggered by a smell, or a song, or even a dream.
I wonder if in Heaven we will have memories.
I think we will not need them, nor will we even know that we ever had them: God will outshine all!
So we will meet on the corner of Gold Street and Gold Avenue and our mouths will not cease praising Him, praising Him, praising Him.
When we've been there
Ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days
To sing God's praise
Then when we'd first begun.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.