Today we went for a drive in cider mill country and happened upon this beautiful memorial. Though it was apparently there for a while, you could see someone lovingly attended to this memorial frequently. What I loved most was the stark comparison of the dead tree to the memorials nailed lovingly to it. I was most engrossed by the cupid doll that was very weather worn but still held the smile painted on its face. There was a serene feel to this memorial tucked among the woods and corn feeds. On a windy day, the wind chime must play a lovely melody.
The trunk is strong longing to hold on, just a little more this place is the one where your time on Earth faded Hear my heart sing you are missed immensely.
Someone cared for this spot for a very long time.
The wreath had been there for a long time even a poem was on the trunk.
Weeds were now covering a good portion of the memorial.
We found this roadside memory near Parshallville.
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