Whenever I'm at a cemetary, the thought most in my mind is not the deaths but 
the lives. Every person burried there has a story to tell along with secrets 
they shared with very few or none at all.
  Whenever I look at the collection of names on our family tree, the thought 
most in my mind isn't they just were. We are a part, a tiny piece of every name 
on our family tree.
  They could only dream of us. We have them named and in alot of cases stories 
and what they must have gone through. The happy births, the sorrowful deaths.
We all have a story to tell. From the youngest to the oldest. From the ones who 
spent their lives pretty much in the same place, to the ones whom did some 
traveling. This site isn't just for those of us grown already, but for the 
babies who will never know some of us. It's a gift from us to them, so they 
will know who we were.