PLEASE BEFORE BLINDLY ADDING A MEMORIAL, PLEASE DO A SEARCH SO AS NOT TO ADD A DUPLICATE! *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Thank you to everyone who leaves tokens of remembrance for my memorials overall, especially my loved ones. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* We are the chosen. In each family, there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Seen on another contributor's profile. I couldn't agree more.
*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•**•.¸¸❤❤¸.•**•.¸¸❤❤ Dear Ancestor, Your tombstone stands among the rest; Neglected and alone. The name and the date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who cares It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist You died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled One hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot, And come to visit you.
