I had spent the day with family cleaning an overgrown, private, extended family cemetery in a neighboring town and wanted to take a minute to swing by this cemetery to check on a stone I had cleaned last summer. Driving through the middle gates, I saw this sweet heart and parked my car and collected it. To me, it was a confirmation/affirmation that what I had completed earlier in the day was a good deed. My ancestors are always with me. 💜
