You are wonderful people. A POEM; " DEAR ANCESTOR" Your tombstone stands among the rest, neglected and alone. The name and dates are chiseled out on polished marble 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, in blood, in bone, Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled so long ago Spreads out among the ones you left, who would have loved you so. I wonder if you knew That someday I would find the spot, and come and visit you. (Author Unknown) With much gratitude for your unselfish service. Joan Kaylor Stahlhut