For a few years now my daughter and I have been visiting cemeteries where our ancestors and family are buried. We have found cemeteries to be beautiful, peaceful places … monuments become works of art and epitaphs become poetic homage to those who have passed. We have visited beautifully manicured and well cared for cemeteries, the one above was not one of those though. Although this cemetery in Goshen, New York, the resting place of several ancestors, is over grown and sadly neglected there is a silent beauty to it.
