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Rumely -> RE: Cemeteries (8/30/2008 9:38:26 PM)
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When I lived in a smaller town, actually quite near a cemetary, I used to wander about, looking at the stones and names. The old, simple stones of the pioneer times were some of my favorites to muse upon. What tragedy took those who died in childhood or infancy? What were the hopes and dreams and challenges, the joys and disappointments of those early settlers? I once chanced to walk through a different section of the cemetary after there had been some kind of occasion. Nearly all the graves had flowers and balloons and many had cards and notes. The ones that were obviously from children saying things like "I miss you, Daddy, or, I love you Mommy" made me want to bawl my eyes out.
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