Researching Bennie Lee Jones, Henson, Hull, Jeffries heritage.

This is a form of therapy for me and it allows me to give back to society.

November 2018 was one of the hardest day of my life. I picked up Ryan on the tarmac from a dignified transfer. Ryan is a fallen hero. Graving has been a way of keeping Ryan's memory alive for me. He is buried at Fort Gibson Citizen Cemetery. ( I've requested to manage his grave but the 'manager of it' will not allow me too).

THE 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'd 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 Walter Butler Palmer (1906)
-FAG Memorial# 87759950

Researching Bennie Lee Jones, Henson, Hull, Jeffries heritage.

This is a form of therapy for me and it allows me to give back to society.

November 2018 was one of the hardest day of my life. I picked up Ryan on the tarmac from a dignified transfer. Ryan is a fallen hero. Graving has been a way of keeping Ryan's memory alive for me. He is buried at Fort Gibson Citizen Cemetery. ( I've requested to manage his grave but the 'manager of it' will not allow me too).

THE 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'd 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 Walter Butler Palmer (1906)
-FAG Memorial# 87759950