Melancholic memoires of a nostalgic someone!

Last week i lost another member of our family tree, like a leaf falling. With that, died memories of years past going back to almost a quarter of a century. There, sitting in a room that i could still see childhood days in that, looking out the window at the tiny yard, and the little pool in it, to me it was all clear that moment would close another chapter in my mind forever, the place will be knocked down for a more modern construction, though denouncing that i would sound too selfish, but that's how it goes in our lives. Generations come and go, and things carry the signatures of those gone, and with those things memories revive and cherish. It's like the melancholic memoire of me, or a nostalgic goodbye to those we used to know and we grew up with. So long to you all dear ones who are now gone!