You only live once. No. You only die once and you live forever.

I really enjoy being a volunteer for Findgrave. Please contact me if you need a photo taken, I'll be more than happy to help you out.

"And in the end, its not the years in your life
that count. It's the life in your years."
Abraham Lincoln

~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
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
so long 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.

~Author Unknown

When we look in the mirror, we see physical traits our parents passed on to us. When we look in our hearts, we see traces of all the people who have touched our lives. A friends sense of humor, our fathers tenderness, our brothers carefree charm. These become part of us, and then we pass them on. This is our legacy-the marvelous gift of our soul. :Your soul, you know, will live on. Your soul is you in others.

You only live once. No. You only die once and you live forever.

I really enjoy being a volunteer for Findgrave. Please contact me if you need a photo taken, I'll be more than happy to help you out.

"And in the end, its not the years in your life
that count. It's the life in your years."
Abraham Lincoln

~ DEAR ANCESTOR ~
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
so long 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.

~Author Unknown

When we look in the mirror, we see physical traits our parents passed on to us. When we look in our hearts, we see traces of all the people who have touched our lives. A friends sense of humor, our fathers tenderness, our brothers carefree charm. These become part of us, and then we pass them on. This is our legacy-the marvelous gift of our soul. :Your soul, you know, will live on. Your soul is you in others.