![]() We know romances and tragedies and great griefs. We know whom they married and maybe whom they secretly worshipped all their lives. We know all their people - we know the circumstances of their death. We know where everyone is buried and when they were buried. It is a general coming home and we see friends that we see only once a year, come from afar, some of them. Then they go to other graves and visit with neighbors and friends. ![]() ![]() Place their bouquets so they will look the prettiest. ![]() Friends gather early in the morning and decorate and maybe just sit with their dead. There is something so sweet about Decoration Day in the country and little village graveyards that just simply is not there in the formality and ceremony of the larger cities. And so I felt as I stood in the little graveyard yesterday - Never never bring them back again! But as King David said of the beautiful baby that he lost - “He cannot come again to me, but I can go to him.” ![]()
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