Allison Abbott-Peterson
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- Find a Grave ID
Bio
I'm doing some research on family history and visiting cemeteries to find headstones and clean them. I want to pay my respects to the ancestors who passed away. I'll also add GPS locations and pictures of other headstones as I find them. This was my Aunt Vickie Bollis's passion for genealogy. She is no longer able to continue her hard work and many hours that she put in Find A Grave & Ancestry. I want to continue her hard work;unfortunately, this is something I can't do all the time due to my health.
My aunt has Alzheimer's. I want to make her proud, even though she does not understand now due to the disease. I am sure she would be proud. ❤️
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I don't just look at the headstone.
I don't just see a name and dates.
I see a person that lived a life.
A life as real and complex as my own.
Someone who, at one point, was physically here in this world.
Someone who laughed, cried, had friends and hobbies.
Someone who loved and was loved.
Someone whose life mattered.
I see their family mourning, gathering somberly around the grave, to say goodbye one last time.
The deep ache of grief still lingers heavy in the air.
Each headstone represents a story.
Someone's story.
Some of them untold, forever lost to time.
The next time you visit a cemetery, find an older, abandoned grave. One that no one visits anymore.
Take a moment to quietly say their name aloud.
Clean around the overgrown grass and maybe plant flowers.
You have so much you can learn from our dead; you only need to visit a forgotten grave a few times a year.
For me, cleaning headstones that have grown moss, lichen, and mud that hid the name of a person that can't be seen. Or a headstone that is buried underground in the Earth and put back upright where it belongs. This gives me a purpose in life. When I see the process of cleaning through the months, it warms my heart. What an incredible honor to see their name, look up history, and remember them forever. Every headstone that has a dash with life in between or no dash with a baby dying at birth, all deserve someone to help clean the stone, plant flowers, look up the history, and learn their story.
My aunt has Alzheimer's. I want to make her proud, even though she does not understand now due to the disease. I am sure she would be proud. ❤️
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I don't just look at the headstone.
I don't just see a name and dates.
I see a person that lived a life.
A life as real and complex as my own.
Someone who, at one point, was physically here in this world.
Someone who laughed, cried, had friends and hobbies.
Someone who loved and was loved.
Someone whose life mattered.
I see their family mourning, gathering somberly around the grave, to say goodbye one last time.
The deep ache of grief still lingers heavy in the air.
Each headstone represents a story.
Someone's story.
Some of them untold, forever lost to time.
The next time you visit a cemetery, find an older, abandoned grave. One that no one visits anymore.
Take a moment to quietly say their name aloud.
Clean around the overgrown grass and maybe plant flowers.
You have so much you can learn from our dead; you only need to visit a forgotten grave a few times a year.
For me, cleaning headstones that have grown moss, lichen, and mud that hid the name of a person that can't be seen. Or a headstone that is buried underground in the Earth and put back upright where it belongs. This gives me a purpose in life. When I see the process of cleaning through the months, it warms my heart. What an incredible honor to see their name, look up history, and remember them forever. Every headstone that has a dash with life in between or no dash with a baby dying at birth, all deserve someone to help clean the stone, plant flowers, look up the history, and learn their story.
I'm doing some research on family history and visiting cemeteries to find headstones and clean them. I want to pay my respects to the ancestors who passed away. I'll also add GPS locations and pictures of other headstones as I find them. This was my Aunt Vickie Bollis's passion for genealogy. She is no longer able to continue her hard work and many hours that she put in Find A Grave & Ancestry. I want to continue her hard work;unfortunately, this is something I can't do all the time due to my health.
My aunt has Alzheimer's. I want to make her proud, even though she does not understand now due to the disease. I am sure she would be proud. ❤️
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
I don't just look at the headstone.
I don't just see a name and dates.
I see a person that lived a life.
A life as real and complex as my own.
Someone who, at one point, was physically here in this world.
Someone who laughed, cried, had friends and hobbies.
Someone who loved and was loved.
Someone whose life mattered.
I see their family mourning, gathering somberly around the grave, to say goodbye one last time.
The deep ache of grief still lingers heavy in the air.
Each headstone represents a story.
Someone's story.
Some of them untold, forever lost to time.
The next time you visit a cemetery, find an older, abandoned grave. One that no one visits anymore.
Take a moment to quietly say their name aloud.
Clean around the overgrown grass and maybe plant flowers.
You have so much you can learn from our dead; you only need to visit a forgotten grave a few times a year.
For me, cleaning headstones that have grown moss, lichen, and mud that hid the name of a person that can't be seen. Or a headstone that is buried underground in the Earth and put back upright where it belongs. This gives me a purpose in life. When I see the process of cleaning through the months, it warms my heart. What an incredible honor to see their name, look up history, and remember them forever. Every headstone that has a dash with life in between or no dash with a baby dying at birth, all deserve someone to help clean the stone, plant flowers, look up the history, and learn their story.
My aunt has Alzheimer's. I want to make her proud, even though she does not understand now due to the disease. I am sure she would be proud. ❤️
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
I don't just look at the headstone.
I don't just see a name and dates.
I see a person that lived a life.
A life as real and complex as my own.
Someone who, at one point, was physically here in this world.
Someone who laughed, cried, had friends and hobbies.
Someone who loved and was loved.
Someone whose life mattered.
I see their family mourning, gathering somberly around the grave, to say goodbye one last time.
The deep ache of grief still lingers heavy in the air.
Each headstone represents a story.
Someone's story.
Some of them untold, forever lost to time.
The next time you visit a cemetery, find an older, abandoned grave. One that no one visits anymore.
Take a moment to quietly say their name aloud.
Clean around the overgrown grass and maybe plant flowers.
You have so much you can learn from our dead; you only need to visit a forgotten grave a few times a year.
For me, cleaning headstones that have grown moss, lichen, and mud that hid the name of a person that can't be seen. Or a headstone that is buried underground in the Earth and put back upright where it belongs. This gives me a purpose in life. When I see the process of cleaning through the months, it warms my heart. What an incredible honor to see their name, look up history, and remember them forever. Every headstone that has a dash with life in between or no dash with a baby dying at birth, all deserve someone to help clean the stone, plant flowers, look up the history, and learn their story.
