Keeping the memories of our loved ones alive is my small contribution.
I am the family historian for the McArron Clan in America. I always welcome information regarding the family.
I have created several virtual cemeteries in addition to the ones listed below to make it easier to locate persons of significance in my life.
For all of my virtual cemeteries click on that link on this page in addition to those listed below:
Borrego Springs Memorials
McArron Family Memorials
Dignity-LGBTQ Catholic Memorials
LGBTQ Wall of Honor
LGBTQ Over the Rainbow Memorials
Victims of the Pulse Nightclub Massacre
Sanctuary of the Rainbow - created by Katzizkidz
Rainbow Family - created by Amy Wolfe
The Rainbow Cemetery - created by ALONGSIDE
HIV/AIDS Memorials - created by Bobby Kelley
AIDS Memorials - created by Trevor Lafoe
West Hollywood Aids Memorials - created by James Mason
Victims of the Upstairs Lounge Massacre
Other LGBT Obituary links:
www.texasobituaryproject.org- created by JD Doyle
http://obit.glbthistory.org - by GLBT Historical Society
https://www.ebar.com/obituaries - by Bay Area Reporter
https://epgn.com/category/news/obituaries/ - by Philadelphia Gay News
Give what's left of me away
by Merrit Malloy
When I die
Give what's left of me away
And to the old that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother, your sister
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Look for me
In the people I've known
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.
You can love me most
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
That need to be free.
Love doesn't die,
So, when all that's left of me
Give me away.
A Cemetery is a history of people, a perpetual record of yesterday and a sanctuary of peace today. A Cemetery exists because every life is worth loving and remembering always.
THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY
By Thelma Greene Reagan
Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.
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, in 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 how you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
~ Walter Butler Palmer, 1906 ~
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