Many others have walked this ground. They have loved their children, built their homes and laid their loved ones to rest…in this same place.
Its hard to imagine this land, that is covered with concrete, buildings and trash, was once a hillside homestead. I imagine fields of flowing grass, longhorns grazing in the distance and children swinging under the live oak tree.
These are my thoughts as I stand admiring a small cemetery I found located in the middle of a parking lot shared by two motels. Both motels serve a transient population. In the distance all I can hear is the traffic of interstate 30 as cars dart between Fort Worth and Dallas. Its amazing where we run into history.
I continue to imagine the view from this place 150 years ago. Standing on this hill it is easy to see the city of Fort Worth only a few miles away. Today, tall glass sky scrapers reflect the sun but when this family cemetery was established in 1861 the town was less than 10 years old.
Schools, businesses and churches were in their infancy.
My thoughts take me beyond this place. I wonder if there is anyway for the generations of our past to have grasped what the world would become 100+ years into the future. Is it possible for any of us to truly imagine what the world will be like after we are gone?
And of all things…how many of us will find our final resting place to be in the middle of a motel parking lot?