In Loving Memory

I was driving to my friend's house to help him paint a couple of rooms because he is preparing to sell. I was traveling along a small highway when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this lovely little country cemetery. It was quite small; perhaps only one acre in total. There were some beautiful headstones and several angels standing vigil over graves.

This headstone caught my eye because of its antique appearance. The poor lad was born 04 September 1881 and died 02 January 1901 - a mere 19 years old.

We are given but one chance at this fleeting life, but the eternality of the hereafter is profound.

Happy holidays to all!