Trips to cemeteries bring stories to mind and sometimes odd experiences.  Monday, in a cemetery with my 3 year old grandson, he started asking me ‘where is Mimi’?  (We don’t know a Mimi.) All the way through he asked about Mimi.  Told me she went to work.  I didn’t see a stone with ‘Mimi’ on it or I would have been a tad freaked out.  I did see the resting places if two people I knew and hosts of other leaves on people’s family trees.  Maybe one was yours, we can find out for