My main focus is on our family ancestors, getting them on Find a Grave and linking them to their family members. It is very important to me that future generations be able to benefit from my genealogy efforts. If I am visiting a cemetery for this purpose, I do attempt to fulfill photo requests from other members. I will occasionally create a page for a stone I find particularly interesting. In those cases, I would be happy to transfer management of the memorial to a descendant.

"We do not live in the past, but the past lives in us." — U. B. Phillips

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

My main focus is on our family ancestors, getting them on Find a Grave and linking them to their family members. It is very important to me that future generations be able to benefit from my genealogy efforts. If I am visiting a cemetery for this purpose, I do attempt to fulfill photo requests from other members. I will occasionally create a page for a stone I find particularly interesting. In those cases, I would be happy to transfer management of the memorial to a descendant.

"We do not live in the past, but the past lives in us." — U. B. Phillips

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