Took a little drive today to the little country church that my family attended when I was a child. The church is not active now but is a designated historic site. A committee of local people take care of upkeep.
My paternal grandparents, my parents, and my older brother are all buried there in the graveyard adjacent to the church. I made my annual trip there to freshen up the flowers on the graves and reflect on my past and my family ties. Makes me contemplate why I am living 2000 miles from my birthplace. However, Georgia is my new adopted home and I am very content there.