I was wandering through an Okmugee graveyard where I found these stones. Not stones really, they were made from some sort of metal. The names were as sharp as the day they were cast over one hundred years ago. It was the statement on the fallen one that caught my eye. Gone but still…
It’s a sobering thought, but who will remember us in 100 years? Who will care that we once lived, loved, and strived? The truth is that our only legacy lies not in what is in the ground but what lives after us. Our legacy is in the people we touch and the people they in turn touch. Those future people may not know our name but we will be “remembered”.
That is what my dad’s stone says “gone but not forgotten” as long as I am on this earth and I tell my babies about their grandpa he will not be forgotten in 100 years.