My first memories of childhood are of visiting the
cemetery on a regular basis. The whole family
would pitch in to clean, weed, mow, and trim the
family plot. In the bottom corner was a small child's
grave. Most of the other tombstones were closer
to the top of the lot, but this one small grave seemed
to be alone.
I remember thinking how sad to have died at such
a young age. To be all alone in that dark ground.........
As I grew older, I learned more about the child who lie
in that grave. She was once an auburn haired little minx,
with a cheerful smile and twinkling eyes. She was her
mother's heart and her father's pride, but their love nor
devotion could keep this child from passing on to heaven.
On a cold winter's night, this child went home to her father
That was over 80 years ago; several of her siblings have
joined her above. I'm sure her parents are by her side,
but here below, those who can remember her laughter
Years from now there will be no one to mourn this child's
passing........but hopefully she'll be remembered through
So I give you years of research and love. All for the
memory of the children who were never allowed to
create their own legacy.
I give you..............................VIDAS' LEGACY
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