Grave Anguish...

I am hoping that I am not the only person in the world to feel the anguish that loved one's suffered while they buried those they loved, their family and friends.

I spent two afternoons at the Mormon Pioneer Cemetery next to the Winter Quarters Historical site where one in twelve individuals died that first winter. Half of them were children.

I felt the anguish here as well as in other cemeteries where families buried their children, and while here I wrote a trio entitled "Winter Quarters" that I think shares the feeling, and still shares the ongoing drive behind the survivors.