On a fall getaway weekend Tracy and I took a detour to Piney Grove Cemetery in Brodhead KY. Found the grave of my father, his parents and lots of relatives.I don't remember my father-he died when I was 17 months old. For some reason I felt compelled to go here. It didn't make me sad to see the grave, but it did make me think about how different things would have been if I had known him.
I know God can bring good from bad-but it does make me wonder...
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