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
in 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
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Thanks to everyone for a very helpful afternoon.
We made some great progress
today, but still have a long ways to the finish.
We loved meeting you!
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Photos and page © by L.A.Clugh
2002 Tippecanoe County INPCRP