He told us keep praying or they'll fall back into life.
It's how Heaven works.
The forgotten are released - dropped like a Pepsi out of the machine.
They land hard and shiny into a new life and spend it searching for those friends and family who dropped the ball.
We know our parents, our grandparents, and sometimes our great grandparents.
Then who?
Your cousin's kid is Uncle Willie, a hero in the Civil War.
Memorial Day was created for those who fell then.
I walked to my car with my head bowed in prayer.
I drove home thinking of my ancestry.
I opened the front door and hugged the dog.
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