I discovered Find A Grave while doing genealogy research and have been promoting it ever since. I think it is a great way to remember family, friends, classmates, coworkers, and many others that have passed on.
My genealogy blog listed below was a place to record a large amount of material left by an aunt and my grandmother. I also added more current obituaries of people from that area. It is called Butternut Valley Family History. Please find the URL below.


http://butternutvalleyfamilies.blogspot.com/
https://strollfairview.blogspot.com/

THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY

BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

A Poem I like by Mary Elizabeth Frye:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

I discovered Find A Grave while doing genealogy research and have been promoting it ever since. I think it is a great way to remember family, friends, classmates, coworkers, and many others that have passed on.
My genealogy blog listed below was a place to record a large amount of material left by an aunt and my grandmother. I also added more current obituaries of people from that area. It is called Butternut Valley Family History. Please find the URL below.


http://butternutvalleyfamilies.blogspot.com/
https://strollfairview.blogspot.com/

THE RECORDING OF A CEMETERY

BY THELMA GREENE REAGAN

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

A Poem I like by Mary Elizabeth Frye:

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.