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
