We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. — The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I

My Take – All lives are ephemeral.  My grandmothers are a memory to me, and a vague memory to my children.  My kids’ children may or may not have a memory of me, but I aim to have an impact on them.  We are only here for a very short time, and we must make every heartbeat count as if it is our last.  Heinlein had a saying about taking big bites, and I plan on following it.