By Sandra Dogger Klassen
His tombstone stands among the rest;
Not neglected nor alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
He did not know that you’d exist
He died and You were born.
Yet each of us are cells of Dad
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Dad, the place you filled
Not very long ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
Future Ancestor:
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you had
Idea someday you would find this spot,
And come to visit our Dad.
Originally posted as anonymous on Genealogy page,some words changed making it personal.. Sandra
The Lost World beneath the North Sea
In just a few thousand years, Doggerland was transformed from a harsh tundra into a fertile paradise, and eventually into the northern European landscape that we know today. “It put human adaptability to the test,” says Gaffney.
It’s so important to know of family history, Did we ever think as Aunt Margaret told us of the Dogger boats, the Dogger Banks, and there would be land found under this shallow sea and that land had been habituated by humans who hunted, who had dwellings, whose remains and tools are being dredged to the surface and who may have the same DNA as we? DNA Cousins could assist us in finding out in the future.. I do hope to live to see that particular Future! ♥ Sandra