As an "inner city" kid, living next door to a cemetery was a wonderful experience. It was a safe place to ride our bikes, walk, picnic, and looking back... we even spent an awful lot of time praying and reflecting. I am drawn to these historic resting places. There is a simple beauty about them and it does my heart good to visit every now and again, just to read the names of mothers, fathers, children, soldiers... whose loved ones have long passed on. It makes me all the more mindful of the many quiet citizens, pioneers, and heros whose graves are unmarked, and take a moment to say "thank you" and say a little prayer...
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