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I have begun to manage Memorials mostly family after having to create several for family I have death certificates on. I will transfer any that a closer relation than me requests. I will make edits and work with anyone that wants to make sure information is correct. Send edits or use the message feature to contact me.
Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile. It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"
Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds -Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; To be preserved for generations hence, A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.
Thank you.
I have begun to manage Memorials mostly family after having to create several for family I have death certificates on. I will transfer any that a closer relation than me requests. I will make edits and work with anyone that wants to make sure information is correct. Send edits or use the message feature to contact me.
Below is a poem I found on another volunteer's profile. It is credited to Thelma Greene Reagan "Recording of a Cemetery"
Today we walked where others walked on a lonely, windswept hill; Today we talked where others cried for loved ones whose lives are stilled.
Today our hearts were touched by graves of tiny babies; Snatched from the arms of loving kin, In the heartbreak of the ages.
Today we saw where the grandparents lay in the last sleep of their time; Lying under the trees and clouds -Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.
Today we wondered about an unmarked spot; Who lies beneath this hallowed ground? Was it a babe, child, young or old? No indication could be found.
Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay. We had been here once before on a day we'd all like to forget, But will remember forever more.
Today we recorded for kith and kin the graves of ancestors past; To be preserved for generations hence, A record we hope will last.
Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend, For stones sometimes crumble to dust and generations of folks yet to come will be grateful for your trust.
Thank you.