When I first found findagrave, I was very touched that someone had taken and posted a photo of my Dad's gravestone. I appreciated it a great deal which led to my interest in the site which I have come to love.
New to genealogy, I am learning as I go along and treasure all my loved ones and my antecedents and the researchers and photographers here who make it all happen.
I am my happiest when I can locate my ancestors, fill out their stories, post whatever photos I have and especially link them to each other as families ought to be.

Dear Ancestor

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.

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

When I first found findagrave, I was very touched that someone had taken and posted a photo of my Dad's gravestone. I appreciated it a great deal which led to my interest in the site which I have come to love.
New to genealogy, I am learning as I go along and treasure all my loved ones and my antecedents and the researchers and photographers here who make it all happen.
I am my happiest when I can locate my ancestors, fill out their stories, post whatever photos I have and especially link them to each other as families ought to be.

Dear Ancestor

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.

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