My daughter and…

My daughter and I rode through the cemetery on our bike (we have a tandem). Marvelous looking headstones, huge cypts or tombs or whatever they are called.  And some tiny not so marvelous headstones.  One  indicating the death of two sons.  A small angel sits above it, corroded from time and elements.  But guards the little space that contains the children.  I recognize many names and know what they died from. I am blessed that my children did not die…that I don’t have any life threatening disease and that I am still here.  That my number has not been called.  I praise God that my legs can pedal this bike. 

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