I've started this venture a short time ago to locate my deceased family that immigrated from Poland and the Ukraine. I love going to old cemeteries as there is a history lesson to be learned. Do you ever wonder how they lived, what was there cause of death and why did family members leave the area.

This short poem say's it all:

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 as you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
and come and visit you.

By Walter Butler Palmer (1906)

Each Life Is a Miracle

We are each of us a miracle
unique in our own ways,
In the heart and soul and inner gifts
we share throughout our days.

And your loved one was a miracle
whom no one can replace
and who gave you special memories
that time cannot erase.

So with these words of caring
comes a prayer for comfort, too.
In unique and loving memories
that mean the most to you.

Author Unknown