I was adopted by my mother's twin sister. I ask where my uncle was when I found out who my mother was. Everyone told me, I think he is dead. (He was alive) So I started looking in cemeteries. All the old stones that had grass and weeds over them made me think these are real people under there that lived and had hopes and dreams like we all do, and now they are forgotten about like they never were here. If it not for them we would not be here.

I was adopted by my mother's twin sister. I ask where my uncle was when I found out who my mother was. Everyone told me, I think he is dead. (He was alive) So I started looking in cemeteries. All the old stones that had grass and weeds over them made me think these are real people under there that lived and had hopes and dreams like we all do, and now they are forgotten about like they never were here. If it not for them we would not be here.