I visited the mounded graves of my great grandmother, her mother, and her two sisters. My great grandfathers body was never found, so we are sure he roams freely.
I remember my great grandmother and her horrible memories of finding her two aunts hanging in the barn from the rafters, cause they were native.
I was raised with knowledge of herbs, and treated with guidance from a shaman. Never saw a physician until I was 18.
The cemetery has remained the same for multi generations. I think of them with every sunrise.
The wrought iron gate still lists it as the Red cemetery, next to the beloved Coon cemetery.
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Do not worry about things you can not change 
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