We spent part of today’s afternoon with some of the older residents of our hometown. I hadn’t visited them in nearly fifteen years, but they were still there, of course. I would have liked to have heard the tales these old souls most certainly would have been able to tell. But they are silenced, and have been for what remains of eternity. But if you listen and look around awhile, you can discern a bit of life from them, despite them being dead for more than a hundred years and more. Sometimes, words are not necessary…
I remember Thomas from my last visit. You can recollect it with us here.
I happened to notice the name on this headstone as we were leaving. The owner of this plot shared our last name (and it’s not a common name!).