I was out in a cemetery today, doing some transcriptions & I came across this young guy looking for some answers.
He asked me if I worked for the cemetery & I told him...Uh, no. I explained what I was doing & asked if I could help him. He told me his predicament & I gave him the answer as to what I thought was going on. I would tell it here, but he might not want it shared. Anyway, he was grateful & then he shook my hand & told me that I was performing God's work in what I was doing.
I'm not sure that he is qualified to make that determination, but it did make me feel good to know that a stranger appreciated that I was trying to make a record of those whose family members don't bother to lay a stone on their burial spot. Because after the cheap funeral home marker gets toasted from weather & lawn mowers & is gone...No one knows who is there.
It may not be much, but I enjoy it.