Gaye Hill

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RIP Find A Grave Monday 20 August 2018

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

For The Fallen(excerpt)
Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)
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"Do not regret growing old. It is a privilege denied to many."
from LaDon Brennan (#46902635) profile page
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"The love of a child goes beyond time, culture or boundaries".
— Angelica Awayan, funeral attendee - during the 2016 reburial ceremony for a child's remains left behind during the City of San Francisco burial relocation of the 1920's.

Miranda Eve
The child loved around the world
“If no one grieves, no one will remember.”
Find A Grave Memorial# 163371918
Her name was Edith Howard Cook and she died on Oct. 13, 1876 at the age of 2 years, 10 months and 15 days, according to the nonprofit Garden of Innocence, which used a team of volunteers to scour old records in a yearlong effort to identify her.
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For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~ William Penn
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"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory."
Leonard Nimoy 1931 - 2015
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We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within ... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories, and future promises.
Edward Sellner
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"Do not pity the dead, pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love."
-J.K. Rowling
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~A Poem for our Ancestors~
Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
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 and 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
~Author Unknown
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In the eastern United States you can often "discover" old cemeteries by the daffodils.

Daffodils are not a feast for deer, they multiply and spread on their own and were often the flower of choice to plant at grave sites.

And I love the sunny, bright daffodil, reminding me the long winter will soon be over and I can get out again to seek and document ancestors - both my own and for others living too distant to be there in person.

If I have "planted" a daffodil on a memorial, it is one which I have directly touched or made an addition.

My Find A Grave 'anniversary' date is 12 June 2007 - All things must change. The new Find A Grave has begun on Sunday 9 July 2017. My current impression is too complicated, too busy looking.

"Remember me in the family tree, my name, my days, my strife; then I'll ride upon the wings of time and live an endless life."
Goetsch

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