My sister was fortunate enough to be buried in an old cemetery. I love wandering thru old cemeteries & since my sister/BFF had just moved in to this one, I was spending a lot of time there. Eventually, the owner introduced himself to me and told me a story about a headstone just a few over from my sis. The story had been passed down through the generations of his family. Apparently when the cemetery had just opened there was a gypsy caravan passing thru that had just lost a very young girl. The family had no money to give their daughter a proper burial, so they appealed directly to the owner. They told the owner that if he would bury their child & give her a headstone, that the cemetery & the owners family would always be blessed with good fortune. The owner was so moved by the devotion of this mourning family that he took pity on them. They gave the child a proper burial & have maintained that stone throughout the years as if she were a member of their own family. This story moved me & I felt very drawn to this simple, little stone & was touched by the reverence in which the owner relayed details of things that had happened long before he was even born. My sisters "new place" as I call it, is out of state & I don't get out that way often anymore, but since that day, I have never left anything on my sisters stone, without leaving something on the little gypsy girls stone too. Sometimes people you've never met in person can leave a very strong impression on you.
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