Saturday, June 17, 2017

Visiting The Cemetery

When you go back home you know you want to go and visit the cemeteries where your family is buried. And that's what we did.
 This is George, our niece and her son. We went to visit them in El Dorado which is about 45 miles from San Angelo.
 We also wanted to visit the cemetery where George's youngest sister is buried, Mary. She left us way too soon. How she loved her family and children! She had worked with children at her church for many many years and taught piano lessons. We miss you, Mary.
 Then back to San Angelo to the Fairmount Cemetery. This is where George's mother and daddy are buried. I never got to meet his mother as she had passed away before we met.
My George standing by his parent's headstone.
George's grave.
 He grandparents grave. Do you see the sur name "Carter"? Our daughter named our little granddaughter Carter. So the name Carter lives on.
These are George's greatgrandparents, his mother's parents. Do you see the sur name "Camp"? Camp is the name our daughter gave our little grandson. So again, the name Camp lives on.
This is where George's grandfather lies. 

We don't live in the past nor to we live in sadness when we visit the cemeteries where our family members are born, but we honor their memories and hope they would be proud how their ancestors have lived their lives to the fullest.

Our journey continues.

Happy trails,
Shelia ;)

1 comment:

  1. That is so true, visiting your loved ones, paying your respects, talking to them, truly. That's why as we get older and we have an opportunity to travel to family places, reminisce, visiting family and old friends.
    Kathleen in Az


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