Every year Ray and I head over to the Mendon Cemetery to visit with our Ancestors. I love looking in old history books and reading old journals about those loved ones who have passed on years ago, and then sitting with them at their graves, and feeling a closeness to them like I have known them my whole life. Some of the stories told of them, and their hard times, make my life seem simple and plain. I am so thankful for the opportunity to get to know them even though they have been gone for many years. It makes me feel anxious for the day when I really do get to meet them face to face. :)
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