A Friday Well Spent

What more could you ask for in life than caring for history.  Maybe we never take the time to live in the moment; because we are always going perpetually forward, trying to race to the end.  We seem to be always busy with this or that, living in our own little spheres in which we orbit; not taking the time to enjoy who we are at any particular time.  You may accomplish many material things, but what will be left of you after you are gone.  Guess Yet?? A Tombstone, except for the DNA that we pass down to our lineage, most all your "stuff" your most loved possessions, within less than a hundred years after you are gone will be scattered to the winds and in landfills.  The monument to your life, a piece of granite will be raised; and after a generation or two forgotten in time.  Yes we will all be forgotten or misplaced into the annuals of history.  Then some 18 year old kid and his mother may come along and find out who you were, where your earthly remain are buried; they of coarse will try to drag some people along on this journey.  Even if they don't succeed in pulling others into their journey; they will have learned so much, not only about the stones, the people of that time and even about themselves, that they will become enriched by the time spent scrubbing stones, GPSing the coordinates, repairing cracks and straightening stones; that they too will find a sunny Friday in the first part of June well spent in their life moment of history.