by Keith Turner on September 29, 2017

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To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves, that the line stretches all the way back, perhaps, to God; or to Gods. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget: that we are  not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrow, is always a measure of what has gone before. ” [Alice Walker “Fundamental Difference”]   – Standing before my ancestors reminds me I am not a lone martyred saint, but  a common man walking a well worn path.