BrokenHearts
- Member for
- 10 years 8 months 22 days
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Bio
I along with my father, Bobby Deon Carter, created this profile together and are basically only interested in maintaining my family members to pass someday to future generations. If we happen to maintain someone's memorial and you are a closer relative than any of us, we will gladly transfer over to you if you send a request explaining how you are a closer blood relative. We just want to be able to link our family members so our children will know how their lineage puzzle fits together.
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A note from Suzanne Carter-Gulley:
Fom the time I was 4 years old my family used to go driving through cemeteries. We would stop every so often and get out and walk around, looking at tombstones. I can remember looking at all the different shapes and colors and thinking how beautiful they were. As I grew older we still continued to do this together, sometimes being gone all day long until it was too dark to read the stones. I've always wondered about the people buried beneath those stones. What were they like? What color were their eyes? Hair? Sound of their voice? What caused their death? Did they suffer? Were they a Christian? ... I still love cemeteries, especially the older ones. Most of my family now lays beneath one of those stones, except my sister, my children and grandchildren, 2 niece's and a nephew. Someday, I too, will lay beneath a stone while people stroll above me, wondering who I was, what I looked like, the color of my eyes.... We are only here for such a very short while in life's timeline. Make every moment count... God bless you.
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A note from Suzanne Carter-Gulley:
Fom the time I was 4 years old my family used to go driving through cemeteries. We would stop every so often and get out and walk around, looking at tombstones. I can remember looking at all the different shapes and colors and thinking how beautiful they were. As I grew older we still continued to do this together, sometimes being gone all day long until it was too dark to read the stones. I've always wondered about the people buried beneath those stones. What were they like? What color were their eyes? Hair? Sound of their voice? What caused their death? Did they suffer? Were they a Christian? ... I still love cemeteries, especially the older ones. Most of my family now lays beneath one of those stones, except my sister, my children and grandchildren, 2 niece's and a nephew. Someday, I too, will lay beneath a stone while people stroll above me, wondering who I was, what I looked like, the color of my eyes.... We are only here for such a very short while in life's timeline. Make every moment count... God bless you.
I along with my father, Bobby Deon Carter, created this profile together and are basically only interested in maintaining my family members to pass someday to future generations. If we happen to maintain someone's memorial and you are a closer relative than any of us, we will gladly transfer over to you if you send a request explaining how you are a closer blood relative. We just want to be able to link our family members so our children will know how their lineage puzzle fits together.
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A note from Suzanne Carter-Gulley:
Fom the time I was 4 years old my family used to go driving through cemeteries. We would stop every so often and get out and walk around, looking at tombstones. I can remember looking at all the different shapes and colors and thinking how beautiful they were. As I grew older we still continued to do this together, sometimes being gone all day long until it was too dark to read the stones. I've always wondered about the people buried beneath those stones. What were they like? What color were their eyes? Hair? Sound of their voice? What caused their death? Did they suffer? Were they a Christian? ... I still love cemeteries, especially the older ones. Most of my family now lays beneath one of those stones, except my sister, my children and grandchildren, 2 niece's and a nephew. Someday, I too, will lay beneath a stone while people stroll above me, wondering who I was, what I looked like, the color of my eyes.... We are only here for such a very short while in life's timeline. Make every moment count... God bless you.
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A note from Suzanne Carter-Gulley:
Fom the time I was 4 years old my family used to go driving through cemeteries. We would stop every so often and get out and walk around, looking at tombstones. I can remember looking at all the different shapes and colors and thinking how beautiful they were. As I grew older we still continued to do this together, sometimes being gone all day long until it was too dark to read the stones. I've always wondered about the people buried beneath those stones. What were they like? What color were their eyes? Hair? Sound of their voice? What caused their death? Did they suffer? Were they a Christian? ... I still love cemeteries, especially the older ones. Most of my family now lays beneath one of those stones, except my sister, my children and grandchildren, 2 niece's and a nephew. Someday, I too, will lay beneath a stone while people stroll above me, wondering who I was, what I looked like, the color of my eyes.... We are only here for such a very short while in life's timeline. Make every moment count... God bless you.
