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 the Virtual Cemeteries link on this page.
McArron Family Memorials

Links to some of my LGBTQ Memorials:

LGBTQ - Dignity (LGBTQ Catholic) Memorials
LGBTQ - National Wall of Honor | San Diego Wall of Honor
LGBTQ - Over the Rainbow Memorials
Victims of the Pulse Nightclub Massacre

Click on my "Virtual Cemeteries" Link for many more.
______________________________
Links to more Find A Grave LGBTQ Memorials:

GLBT Memorials - created by Catarina
GLBT Memorials - created by Mark S. Suever
GLBT Heroes & Warriors - created by Michael Dietrich Muller
GLBT Relatives - created by Grant W Sullivan
LGBT Film Actors/Actresses - created by Andrew
LGBT Writers - created by Danny Gruber
LGBTQ Community Memorials - created by Mark Goniwiecha
LGBTQ Memorials - created by Voice of the Voiceless
LGBT Memorials - created by Brenda Allen
LGBT Memorials - created by Juanfe
Gay Pride - created by Jose L. Bernabé Tronchoni
Sanctuary of the Rainbow - created by Katzizkidz
Rainbow Family - created by Amy Wolfe
The Rainbow Cemetery - created by ALONGSIDE
Gay Actor Victims of AIDS - created by Steffidiana
AIDS Memorials - created by Trevor Lafoe
AIDS/HIV Memorials - created by Forever An Angel
West Hollywood Aids Memorials - created by James Mason
Upstairs Lounge Fire Memorial - created by Find A Grave
Out and Proud: GLBT Memorials - created by S M Freed
Heroes and Martyrs-GLBT - created by Sal Mineo Fan
________________________________
More LGBTQ Internet Connections:

LGBT History Month - https://lgbthistorymonth.com
LGBTQ Religious Archives Network - https://www.lgbtqreligiousarchives.org
LGBTQ Political Graveyard - https://politicalgraveyard.com/group/lgbtq.html
AIDS Quilt - https://www.facebook.com/AIDSQuilt
Rainbows in the Cemetery - https://www.talkdeath.com/rainbows-in-the-cemetery-lgbtq-representation-on-gravestones/
Rainbow Honor Walk - http://rainbowhonorwalk.org
GLBT Historical Society - http://obit.glbthistory.org
Bay Area Reporter Obits - https://www.ebar.com/obituaries
SF Bay Times - https://sfbaytimes.com/in-rememberance/
Legacy Walk - https://legacyprojectchicago.org/explore/inductees
Philly Gay News - https://epgn.com/category/news/obituaries/
Andre J Koymaskay - http://andrejkoymasky.com
Texas Obit Project - texasobituaryproject.org
Windy City TIMES - https://windycitytimes.com/gaynewsarticles.php?k=Passages
National Park Service LGBTQ Memorials - https://www.nps.gov/articles/lgbtq-memorials.htm
Wikipedia List of LGBT monuments and memorials - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_LGBT_monuments_and_memorials
____________________________
Give what's left of me away
by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what's left of me away To children 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 Around anyone
And give them What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds.

Look for me In the people I've known Or loved,
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 By letting Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn't die, People do.
So, when all that's left of me Is love,
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.
_______________________________
The Ancestor
by Walter Butler Palmer, 1906

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.
_______________________________
The Dash Poem
By Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning...to the end

He noted that first came the date of birth And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them Know what that little line is worth

For it matters not, how much we own, The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash Might only last a little while

So, when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent YOUR dash?

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 the Virtual Cemeteries link on this page.
McArron Family Memorials

Links to some of my LGBTQ Memorials:

LGBTQ - Dignity (LGBTQ Catholic) Memorials
LGBTQ - National Wall of Honor | San Diego Wall of Honor
LGBTQ - Over the Rainbow Memorials
Victims of the Pulse Nightclub Massacre

Click on my "Virtual Cemeteries" Link for many more.
______________________________
Links to more Find A Grave LGBTQ Memorials:

GLBT Memorials - created by Catarina
GLBT Memorials - created by Mark S. Suever
GLBT Heroes & Warriors - created by Michael Dietrich Muller
GLBT Relatives - created by Grant W Sullivan
LGBT Film Actors/Actresses - created by Andrew
LGBT Writers - created by Danny Gruber
LGBTQ Community Memorials - created by Mark Goniwiecha
LGBTQ Memorials - created by Voice of the Voiceless
LGBT Memorials - created by Brenda Allen
LGBT Memorials - created by Juanfe
Gay Pride - created by Jose L. Bernabé Tronchoni
Sanctuary of the Rainbow - created by Katzizkidz
Rainbow Family - created by Amy Wolfe
The Rainbow Cemetery - created by ALONGSIDE
Gay Actor Victims of AIDS - created by Steffidiana
AIDS Memorials - created by Trevor Lafoe
AIDS/HIV Memorials - created by Forever An Angel
West Hollywood Aids Memorials - created by James Mason
Upstairs Lounge Fire Memorial - created by Find A Grave
Out and Proud: GLBT Memorials - created by S M Freed
Heroes and Martyrs-GLBT - created by Sal Mineo Fan
________________________________
More LGBTQ Internet Connections:

LGBT History Month - https://lgbthistorymonth.com
LGBTQ Religious Archives Network - https://www.lgbtqreligiousarchives.org
LGBTQ Political Graveyard - https://politicalgraveyard.com/group/lgbtq.html
AIDS Quilt - https://www.facebook.com/AIDSQuilt
Rainbows in the Cemetery - https://www.talkdeath.com/rainbows-in-the-cemetery-lgbtq-representation-on-gravestones/
Rainbow Honor Walk - http://rainbowhonorwalk.org
GLBT Historical Society - http://obit.glbthistory.org
Bay Area Reporter Obits - https://www.ebar.com/obituaries
SF Bay Times - https://sfbaytimes.com/in-rememberance/
Legacy Walk - https://legacyprojectchicago.org/explore/inductees
Philly Gay News - https://epgn.com/category/news/obituaries/
Andre J Koymaskay - http://andrejkoymasky.com
Texas Obit Project - texasobituaryproject.org
Windy City TIMES - https://windycitytimes.com/gaynewsarticles.php?k=Passages
National Park Service LGBTQ Memorials - https://www.nps.gov/articles/lgbtq-memorials.htm
Wikipedia List of LGBT monuments and memorials - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_LGBT_monuments_and_memorials
____________________________
Give what's left of me away
by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what's left of me away To children 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 Around anyone
And give them What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds.

Look for me In the people I've known Or loved,
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 By letting Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn't die, People do.
So, when all that's left of me Is love,
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.
_______________________________
The Ancestor
by Walter Butler Palmer, 1906

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.
_______________________________
The Dash Poem
By Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone From the beginning...to the end

He noted that first came the date of birth And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all Was the dash between those years

For that dash represents all the time That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them Know what that little line is worth

For it matters not, how much we own, The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love And how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard. Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash Might only last a little while

So, when your eulogy is being read With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say About how you spent YOUR dash?