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Re: My Facetruck thread.
I go up to visit my parents once in a while. My mother passed last February and my dad 7 years ago.
I take my bicycle with me and ride because there are about a mile and a half of paved lanes. and the Maple trees are on about a 50 foot grid and there is always a breeze on top of that hill.
As I ride I observe the headstones and think about the people and history they represent. My family on both sides has been here for 150 years so a lot of the names are familiar, even if I didn't know the person I have heard their story.
Some of them went through life without ruffling many feathers and others have reputations, good and bad. No matter how important they thought they were, they, their body at least, ended up in the same place.
I could go on about hundreds of them, but one stood out.
I never knew of him helping anybody but himself.
Guess who has the biggest stone in the cemetery?
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