It is not a FAG requirement to accept memorial edits. If I decline, it is because I cannot verify the information.
For requests for additions or corrections to a memorial, please send request from the memorial so that I have links to it in the email.
Provide supporting documentation with suggestions using the edit tab and selecting "suggest other..." from the memorial. If I ask for additional information, please send within a few days of my asking.
I manage a lot of memorials, so please don't send suggestions or edits without supporting documents being uploaded to support
your requested changes.. unless it is simply a typo error.
"The dead are just waiting to be found and their name remembered. As long as we speak their names, they are not forgotten." Searching Days Gone By
Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them
Self-appointed family historian and taphophile
Please remember to be nice and polite; we are all volunteers who do this of our own free will.
According to F/G guidelines and military protocol, only military who died while IN service or RETIRED from service retain their rank. Otherwise, it is noted in the bio and the inscription field.
Please don't put your assumptions on my memorials in the flower section. There is too much assuming in genealogy that is not helpful. Only accurate facts will help. If you have ideas, please send them in edits. Not to be mean but there is too much assuming of facts that are not helpful in finding ancestors.
FLOWERS: PLEASE don't use the flower section as a place to add a bio for the memorial...that isn't where it belongs. Just send me an EDIT. I'll add it to the bio.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet
birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
A LIMB HAS FALLEN
A limb has fallen from the family tree. I keep hearing a voice that says, Grieve not for me.
Remember the best times, the laughter, the song. The good life I lived while I was strong. Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you. Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed. Continue traditions, no matter how small. Go on with your life, don't worry about falls I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin. Until the day comes we're together again.
Native American Prayer Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world - hear me. I come before you, one of your children. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my people, the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, *MYSELF*. Make me ever ready to come to you, with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come you without shame.
"THE CLOCK OF LIFE"
The clock of life is wound but once.
And no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop.
On what day - or what hour.
Now is the only time you have.
So live it with a will.
Don't wait until tomorrow.
The hands may then be still.
Author - Unknown.
Revelation 21:4 - And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
"A person is never truly gone as long as someone remembers them." ~ Unknown
"You LIVE as long as you are remembered." -Russian Proverbs
ღღ It's Not What You Gather, But What You Scatter That Tells What Kind Of Life You Have Lived ღღ
The Story Tellers
We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors, to research the family history, putting flesh on their bones and to make them live again; to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one, and we have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our Story. So, we do, and in finding them, our ancestors, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors that they have a wonderful family, that they would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt that there was love there for me? It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference, and saying that I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish and how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us that we might be born who we are, and that we remember them. So, we do with love, caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. Now, it is up to the one called in the next generation to answer the call and to take their place in the long line of family storytellers, to step up and put flesh on the bones of our ancestors. (Author Unknown) I have been such a scribe or one of the chosen, a story teller of my family. This is one reason why I do family research, to find not only our family's ancestors but to hopefully find out stories about them. It is always interesting, but it can be frustrating, too. There have been many times when I wanted to throw my hands in the air. But, then I find a little morsel of information that I use to find a bit more about the family or another name to follow to yet another county or state, and there I go again, digging into the books or trying to find that old country road on which a family cemetery is hopefully located. As I have said many times before, in blogs, newsletters and/or programs, finding one's ancestors is really finding one's self.
"The Roots that make Us One are Stronger than the Branches that Divide Us."