When I walk my little dog,we go part way by a local cemetery. Yesterday,as we went by there,I caught myself looking out on that cemetery and singing that old song,When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder. But instead of singing it,when the roll is called up yonder I'll be there,I was singing it,when the roll is called up yonder we'll be there! :-) And crying tears as I sang. Not tears of sadness either;but tears of happiness! :-) My,what a wonderful thing to know,that we'll all be there! :-)