Echoes of the Generations

Stories behind the names and dates came to life. On this sunny afternoon, as joyful inquisition and laughter rang through the voices of our grandkids, I savored the breath-taking moment. Generations before us echoed through this current generation of children, now comfortably—and somewhat obliviously, circled up on the hardened ground—amidst the markers of their ancestors. We were here because they were here. 

The echoes were not missed.