He was the son of Anna Mae Rogers Stone. His life may have been short but he will always be loved, forever missed and never forgotten.
Burial was in the Tateville Church Cemetery in Tateville, Kentucky.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER,
Your marker stands among the rest
neglected and alone,
The name and dates were chiseled out
on just a piece of stone.
But now worn smooth through out the
years, where has the time all gone.
Here I stand looking down
I feel so all alone.
It reaches out to all who care
It's too late for them to mourn,
You did not know that I'd exist
You died before I was born.
Yet each of us are of the same cells
and flesh, and blood, and bone.
My blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not my own.
I wonder if you had lived and loved,
Could you have ever knew?
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Find A Grave memorial created by Cadmus ID # 46987840.
He was the son of Anna Mae Rogers Stone. His life may have been short but he will always be loved, forever missed and never forgotten.
Burial was in the Tateville Church Cemetery in Tateville, Kentucky.
THIS IS A TRIBUTE IN MEMORY OF MY BROTHER,
Your marker stands among the rest
neglected and alone,
The name and dates were chiseled out
on just a piece of stone.
But now worn smooth through out the
years, where has the time all gone.
Here I stand looking down
I feel so all alone.
It reaches out to all who care
It's too late for them to mourn,
You did not know that I'd exist
You died before I was born.
Yet each of us are of the same cells
and flesh, and blood, and bone.
My blood contracts and beats a pulse
entirely not my own.
I wonder if you had lived and loved,
Could you have ever knew?
That someday I would find this spot,
and come to visit you.
Find A Grave memorial created by Cadmus ID # 46987840.