tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339557763203759008.post3465572795614623767..comments2023-05-17T09:10:33.773-05:00Comments on My Journey 139: a tree . . . God gave me a tree!sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03521953062352392129noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339557763203759008.post-5856738823639079702012-05-18T08:54:51.150-05:002012-05-18T08:54:51.150-05:00I know just what you mean, Sheila. The place wher...I know just what you mean, Sheila. The place where my husband's body rests is in a quiet corner of the cemetery. He loved the outdoors, too. I've seen wild turkey and deer walking around in that particular area. It always brings me such a sense of peace and tranquility whenever I visit.Candyhttp://www.reflectionsfrommyporchswing.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com