This Quiet family Resting Place has ever captured my imagination and curiosity. It lies Silenty at the top of a hill amidst the rolling fields of corn and barley, a solitary Sentinel standing watch. Ever since I was a child I’ve longed to pause at it’s gate and offer a soft prayer for those resting there, but today, in the slanting, golden sunlight of late day, I finally walked close and captured these few remembrances. Quiet. Restful. Ancient. Solitary. Stones so very old no writing remains, and only the wind recalls their names.
Rest Peacefully, Those who have been Loved.