"You can prepare the mind to lose a loved one; but you can never prepare the heart..." unknown

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Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd 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.
-written in 1906 by Walter Butler Palmer (1868-1932).

"You can prepare the mind to lose a loved one; but you can never prepare the heart..." unknown

*Please do not submit corrections unless you are absolutely sure they are correct. I cant verify every single one and Ive had too many mistakes submitted!*

**If I have posted a memorial for one of your family members and you would like ownership please email me so I can transfer them to you. I would rather them be with their families...**
***********************************************
Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
on polished, marbled stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I'd 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.
-written in 1906 by Walter Butler Palmer (1868-1932).