After leaving the
George Roger's Clark Memorial where we watched the
Vincenne's Rendezous my mom wanted to go to a nearby cemetery where her dad is buried. I was never able to get to know my Grandpa because when he died I was only in kindergarten. While living in the mid-west he lost his job and had to head west to try to find work. He made it as far as Wyoming when he got a job as a coal miner. From then on he was affectionately know as "Grandpa Wyoming."
Though I didn't get to know him well, it was still a special time to be there at his grave. Looking at his name etched in stone...seeing the dates of when he lived. And especially seeing that dash in between the dates...that dash is what makes us who we are. That is the legacy we leave behind. His life, his choices and his legacy have been passed down to me and I am here today because of him. It is such a privilege and an honor to know that we as individuals affect so many people. I pray that my life is used to better this world and every person that I meet.
I love all of my family and have been so blessed by each one of them...I hope that one day I might be able to bless them the way they have blessed me!