I am reminded of some obvious truth by memorial chimes

As my Aunt Ruth was leaving, after my father's funeral, she promised: "I will send you some wind chimes by which you can often be reminded of your father." They arrived and we hung them on the front porch. They are beautiful both to the eye and the ear. After listening to them while gardening today, I came to a realization- this memorial, just like all memories, is static. It has a limited number of notes to play. The memories I have of my dad, and the few I will remember as I occasionally dig through the cobwebs of my brain, plus another few of which family and friends remind me are ALL THERE IS. He will not be "creating new memories." So as I am reminded of my dad, I am also reminded that we all have a limited time to serve God; love, serve and interact with others; and create a small memorial in their minds.