"A man lives as long..... as he is remembered"
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 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.
Throw back the shoulders, let the heart sing, let the eyes flash, let the mind be lifted up, look upward and say to yourself . . . Nothing is impossible."
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.
When your loved on becomes a Memory,
Every Memory becomes a TREASURE:)
The best moments as a researcher are the surprises. I guess researchers are prospectors, too. As a writer, weaving multiple layers of fact and giving them a narrative voice is a great adventure, which is probably my best motivation for going further.
Genealogy begins as an interest, then becomes a hobby, continues as an advocation, and in the last stages is an incurable disease.
.Please use the "EDIT" button for any mistakes or corrections or addional information...I will gladly change or add information... Please send a suggestion with your ID # and the reason/relationship to the INDIVIDUAL (no bulk requests please) (Remember a direct relative is within four generations (siblings, parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents)
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