DEAR ANCESTOR Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone The name and date are chiseled out of polished, marbled stone It reaches out to all who care, it is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh and blood and bone, Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled one hundred years ago Spreads out amoung the ones you left who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot and come to visit you. --Author unknown Thanks to Pam Hudson (Moore cousin) for having this on her very nice genealogy website! Sandy P., this reminded me so much of YOU!! I bet you are getting ready for your trip to FL to see all the ANCESTOR HOME PLACES!