I am always fascinated by the stories behind, or beneath the stones.  I love cemeteries.  Even as a child I was enchanted by the beauty of the stones, the monuments to the past.  To think that each represented a life lived, no matter how long that life was, a stone meant that someone remembered.  

My favorite pastime as an adult is roaming cemeteries.  Every trip we take, every vacation or day driving, I always look for the graveyards and try to stop in at least one.  Even our wedding involved a brief visit to a cemetery connected to both our families.  I make no apologies for being so obsessed with history, and headstones and markers and monuments do a wonderful job of documenting small slices of history.  

Sometimes the clues carved into stone lead to an amazing story.  I often return home from a visit to a cemetery and feel the need to find more information.  Some days that research can be like falling down the rabbit hole.  Even if I don't find all the answers I am looking for, I always feel better knowing they are remembered, they have not been lost completely to time.  

Help me to remember....